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"But I can definitely do better." Sebastian pulled his cock out of my mouth with a wet pop. "Then prove it to her. Both of you on your knees, right now." I found myself sliding off the chair and kneeling on the carpet beside my husband's mistress, both of us facing his thick, hard cock that still glistened with my saliva and her pussy juice. Camilla took him first, showing off her skills, taking him deep into her throat without the slightest hint of gagging. I watched his cock disappear completely, her nose pressed against his stomach, and felt a sharp pang of jealousy mixed with desperate arousal.

"Yes, Doctor! Fuck me harder!" He pounded deep, gripping my hair. "That is right. You are my blackmail slut now. Your tight cunt belongs to me." Every thrust made my body shake with pleasure and rage. I came fast and hard, squirting around his cock while moaning like a whore. The mix of fear and lust had me dripping more than ever. But while he was still buried inside me, breathing heavy, his phone buzzed. He pulled out and checked it, then smirked. "Change of plans, Elena. The hundred thousand is not enough anymore. I want more. Or the video goes out tonight."

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she sobbed into my mouth, and I wanted to kill the world for ever making her cry that way. I tore at her clothes because I needed skin, not fabric. God, the sound her skirt made as it rode up, the scuff of feet on plaster — everything sharpened. Her back met the wall, cold plaster biting through the thinness of her dress, and I drove into her with no slow tenderness, no pretense. I wanted to press her until there was nowhere left to hide, until every lie had nowhere to cling. “Say it,” I forced against her ear, voice rough. “Say you’re mine.”

she began to count on her fingers, "stealing my things, blackmailing me, inviting me while hiding your identity, blackmailing me again, omitting vital pieces of information. Mister Red Flags, your list of misdeeds is quite long already!" Black grabbed both her hands to stop counting on her fingers and let out a deep sigh. "I wasn't pure for you," he admitted in a breath. "Oh, putain (fuck*), are you telling me you have an STD?" she cut him off in horror. "No!" exclaimed Black immediately. He and Maska were torn between outrage that she would think he had a sexually transmitted disease and laughter at her, again, unexpected answer. "I'm telling you I wasn't a virgin for you. I messed up, Love

He moved closer and, still fondling his bulge, Karen sat back in the chair, one leg thrown over the other, squeezing her thighs together to bring pressure to bear on her clitoris. There was something powerfully erotic about the glorious interior of Blackwood Towers. Generations of Burnets had fucked there — not only husbands and wives but, no doubt, a multitude of illicit lovers as well. It was as if the tumescence, liquid arousal and violent pleasure of these people from the past had impregnated the walls. She could almost see them dressed in period costume, ruffles and lace, trooped skirts and powdered wigs. Her mind slipped notches, filled with swirling coloured lights and images of forni

Lisa's moans grew frantic, her breath coming in short, needy gasps. 'Yes... oh fuck, yes,' she admitted, the words spilling out like a confession, her fear melting into pure, aching lust. She pushed back harder, grinding against me, her body chasing that edge despite the blackmail hanging over us. The room smelled of sex— sweat, her juices, the raw tang of her ass on my skin— and it drove me wild. I slapped her other cheek, watching it jiggle, then gripped her hips with both hands, pounding so deep it felt like I was claiming her soul. But I wasn't done. Not by a long shot. As her moans peaked, body shaking on the brink, I slowed just enough to tease, drawing out the tension.

“You fucked her in a public bathroom to get my properties under your name. That's quite dirty you know.” Xavier laughed deeply. Instead of feeling calm with his amusement, it felt as if goosebumps are appearing on my skin. “I had sex with Angela in the public bathroom to get your properties under her name.” I blanched. “That’s right honey. Those hotels are under Angela’s name and very soon, I’m going to strip S.H Fashion from you. All I need you to do is sit back and watch.”

She looked at Anna scornfully. Thinking that, this was a good opportunity to clear the doubts of Mack Black's mind and to save Lisa's marriage, Anna Green grabbed his arm and blurted out "Mack, this lady managed to take photos and video secretly while having sex with Mr. Black and blackmailing Lisa. She is going to divorce Mr. Black to save his face. Please don't leave this lady." "What?" Mack Black exclaimed and stared at her, completely bewildered. He couldn’t process what he just heard. After some time, he looked back at the lady, who was also staring at Anna Green with shock written on her face.