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The door to the bathroom suddenly opened, and I glanced at the door and groaned when I saw Sabrina walk in, a knowing smirk on her face. “Having too much fun?” She asked, walking towards me. She was dressed in a beautiful red gown, and she honestly looked immaculate with her blonde hair tucked into a low bun. “I'm not in the mood for your high school mean girl attitude, Sabrina,” I sighed. She was taken aback by my retort. She almost looked insulted. She quickly recovered, that irritating smile appearing on her lips again. “You know, I think I get why he likes you now; you are a stupid bitch. He's always liked stupid bitches.”

The online community began to doubt Sabrina's act, suspecting that Harold and I were just playing our parts according to a script. Sabrina tried to explain in her live stream that this was all my dirty trick to smear her name. When the timing was right, I released the recording of Sabrina asking me to be her surrogate. "Abby, please, have a baby for me. It won't hurt you at all. I'm just borrowing your womb for a few months. "It won't cost you a dime, and you get a son, too. It's like a retirement plan for you and a solution for me. Isn't it perfect?"

“What did you say?!” Sabrina turned around at the speed of light and threw him a deadly glare. Meanwhile, Gabriel just smirked. He enjoyed watching her expression. So cute and beautiful at the same time. Her cheeks were blushing and her bare face looked so fresh and glowing, even with those messy hair. Those supermodels or celebrities can't be compared with her for her natural beauty would outshine them all even without putting any make up on. “You let other people watch us?! They. . . they've seen me naked?!” Sabrina hissed.

She had enjoyed the last three boys who had enthusiastically fucked her, but now she was ready for a man. Sabrina slid the thong down her shapely thighs and she grinned. The skimpy little white bikini was next. She struggled to get her big boobs into the tiny triangles of cloth, and even then her nipples were clearly visible through the thin material. The bikini bottoms were essentially the same as the thong, only they had little spaghetti straps on the sides which tied into bows. It took a couple of tries to get them tied securely and the tiny piece of material kept trying to slide down while she was doing it.

“You think I didn’t recognize you at the shop the other day? Celeste, I could spot your lumpy figure from a mile away. I blinked, trying to hide the embarrassment rushing to my face. “What do you want, Sabrina?” I stammered. Sabrina shrugged and scoffed, folding her arms across her chest. “It would be rude of me not to give a newbie some pointers,” she said. “But…” Sabrina continued, her voice dripping with condescension. “...With a body like yours, it might take months, maybe even years to ‘fix’. But kudos for trying.”

“Sabrina! Oh my God! You’re crazy.” She shrugs with a smile. “Let’s go find someone to buy us a drink.” That doesn’t take long. Sabrina’s dress splits at her stomach revealing skin just beneath the heart-shaped neckline that’s flaunting a lot of cleavage. The bottom flares out, but it’s still pretty short, leaving her legs on display. She’s an inch shorter than I am, but somehow in her heels her legs look long. For every guy she can’t entice with her boobs to buy us drinks, there’s one who likes the complexity of what I have on. A black mesh dress held together by strips of fabric that stretches over all of the important parts. I’m naked and covered up at the same time. But the more I drink,

"And you, you little nymphet bitch, you can be sure you won't end up with him." Sabrina turned her back and walked to her belongings scattered on the sidewalk. While she was bending down to pick up her things, a car full of young guys drove by and saw the scene. The driver honked, and as they passed right beside her, one of them yelled: "You need some butt implants, girl!" Sabrina stood up and gave them the middle finger. She was crying with rage. And it wasn't just the guys in the car who laughed. Bonfim, who couldn't contain his laughter, decided to be helpful.

She sipped on her cocktail and continued with her explanation. "That said, we have millionaires and billionaires as clients here Lorraine. That's why we keep it close. There are no sluts, whores, nor strippers in our list of sugar babies, almost all of them are socialites just like yourself. Most will want to have sex with you. While the older daddies, usually just want the companion of a beautiful young woman by their side. Just because they can. As for boundaries of sex, that's for you and your sugar daddy to talk about, and will remain private amongst you both." My turn on sipping my cheap soda. But she quickly ordered my favorite vodka cherry. "It's on me, just because you took your time

He literally tears my dress off, my breasts now full on display and then yanks my bra down, freeing them completely. He buries his face in my breasts, sucking them one after the other, alternating between biting my nipples and licking them with his warm wet tongue. I'm utterly dazed at this point. And Liam is too engulfed in fucking me into oblivion. So neither of us notice when Sabrina walks into the balcony. “Who's there?” Her voice echoes across the balcony. Liam is too entranced to react. He continues to worship my breasts and pump his cock into me, unbothered by the intrusion. Sabrina steps closer into the light and our eyes meet. Hers widen and she instantly backs away.

The moment I reached her, she grabbed my wrist and pulled me to her right side like I was a decoration she wanted to display. Everyone was still staring. My skin felt hot. My throat felt tight. My palms were sweating. Tina clapped her hands, still smiling that too-big smile. “Okay, okay, quick ice-breaker!" she announced. “Everyone has to say one thing they’re jealous of about the person on their right. Sabrina, you’re on my right—perfect! I’ll start.” My stomach sank. She turned to me, that perfect dazzling smile glued to her face. “I’m literally obsessed with your boobs, Sab,” she said loudly—too loudly. “Like, how do you even find bras that fit those things? Mine are so tiny I have to stu