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Ava The room smelled like sex — sweat, cum, and my own juices soaked into the sheets. My body was still twitching from the last orgasm, legs weak and trembling, but the four men surrounding me looked far from finished. Their eyes were dark, chests heaving, cocks still hard and glistening with a mix of my wetness and their previous loads. “Round two, our sweet whore,” Kai growled, grabbing my ankles and yanking my legs wide open again. “We’re not stopping until you can’t even speak.”

“Someone you’d never suspect. And someone who will strike when we least expect it. Kane’s network… is only the beginning. The real betrayal is yet to come.” Isabella shivered, not from the cold, but from the realization that danger, desire, and deception were entwined in a deadly dance—and that every move she made could cost her life, Damian’s, or Valentina’s. The city below glittered, oblivious, serene, and beautiful. But inside the Moretti estate, shadows moved, secrets festered, and betrayal lingered, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. And Isabella knew this truth: in the world of seduction and strategy, no one was untouchable, no secret safe, and no heart truly secure.

“Could you just open the door so I can leave? I don’t want to see you naked. That’s sexual harassment.” “That’s rich coming from someone standing in only her panties and bra,” he fired back. In my rush to leave, I’d completely forgotten that I was holding my clothes instead of wearing them. I hastily put them on, but while buttoning my shirt, I noticed a diamond ring gleaming on my finger. A scream tore from my throat as I tried to pull it off. “Why is this with me? Don’t tell me I stole it while drunk!” I felt his presence behind me before I turned. And no, he wasn’t intimidating because of his size. It was his beauty that scared me. The longer I looked into his eyes, the more I felt drawn

“Does this bore you?” “Sorry, Ma’am.” It wasn’t so much that it was boring, it was that it was just stories. He needed more. “And then today, at lunch, I seduced a UPS guy. All tan and muscles, he looked great in his uniform shorts but he looked even better out of them. Nine-inch cock, at a minimum. Straight and thick. And boy could he eat. Someone had trained that boy well. I had three orgasms before we even got to the actual fucking. I thought about you—stuck here, cleaning the bathroom or the kitchen or whatever it was you were doing.”

The one that usually bothers my head came out purring and told me in a mocking, cloying tone. "Baby, I have to admit it but this guy is a God and he knows very well what he does... he just fascinates me and has me as captivated as you, at least his physique because man baby the guy is a fucking son of a bitch, look at how he is looking at us, what the hell does he think he is a superior being enlightened and touched by God himself? react affection and show him that all his beauty and divine body matter to you three hectares of pure and wonderful shit " After this super ninja kick that I gave myself, I managed to take my eyes off the exquisite Adonis and look at Cristina who was still looking

Lanie had definitely responded to him on a physical level. This offered a new option for dealing with the unsuitable girl Josh had dragged home. He might be a little rusty when it came to sex, but it wouldn’t take much to seduce Josh’s fiancée. He didn’t even have to sleep with her. All it would take was revealing her for what she really was. Not that sleeping with her would be a hardship, he conceded. She had a hot little body he could easily imagine sinking into. His cock twitched at the thought, and he shifted restlessly.

2. PREYE Dad left years ago after the separation, so it’s just me and Mom back home. She’s been grinding through everything alone, and I’ve gotten damn good at hiding my secrets. I’m straight as fuck. Men do it for me hard,thick heavy cocks stretching my pussy wide open, gagging on dick until my eyes water and spit runs down my chin, that rough BDSM shit where a guy ties me up and treats my holes like his personal cum dump. Nothing beats sucking cock though. Feeling it throb and swell on my tongue, swallowing every thick rope when he’s earned it.

I was dangerously close. My back arched off the bed, two fingers buried deep inside my soaked pussy as I read the filthiest part of the story — the part where the two older men had the girl pinned between them, stretching both her holes while calling her their perfect little whore. “That’s it, baby. Take both our cocks like a good girl.” My thighs started shaking. I was right there… when my mother’s voice suddenly cut through the door. “Serena! Dinner!”

“Come here.” He crossed the room. She grabbed his wrist, pulled him down onto the couch. Then climbed over him—straddled his face backward, pussy hovering above his mouth. “Eat me while I suck you.” She lowered herself. His tongue met her immediately—hot, flat laps over her folds, then pushing inside. Ada moaned around his cock as she took him in—lips stretching around the thick head, tongue swirling, sucking sloppy and deep. 69 on the leather couch—bodies slick with sweat, wet sounds filling the room: her slurping, his groaning into her pussy, the obscene suck of mouths and tongues.