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"welcome to diva's restaurant sir, can I take your orders?" Ryan heard a familiar voice. He raised up his head to see Paige smirking at him in a evil manner. "Y...you?" He stuttered. "Your orders sir," she said again. "Menu?" She gave him the menu with smirks on her face. He took a look at the menu and widened his eyes in shock. The menu was listed: Money 100$ Repair my phone 70$

Sex should be a gift I deliver, not something I surrender to. Apparently, this made me weird, at least according to some chat forum I joined. Like, who wouldn’t want to be in control? I know I did. So when my friend Michela handed me a card that said FREE ME and said they could match my “exquisite taste,” I figured, why not? She’d been glowing lately. Whoever was fucking her clearly knew their job. But me? I didn’t want to be fucked. I wanted to do the fucking.

She sat on Jax’s lap, pushing her round, soft ass against his hard dick, while Marcus and Leo pushed in from the sides. She was sandwiched between them, feeling their hot breath and strong hands all over her. Marcus grabbed one of her heavy breasts and started to suck on the hard tip, while Leo bit her neck and Jax gripped her thick thighs. Layla was soaking wet, her pussy dripping juice onto Jax’s pants. Jax didn't wait; he pulled her dress up, guided his thick, hot dick to her opening, and shoved inside her from behind. Layla let out a loud, raw scream as he stretched her tight walls, filling her up completely. While Jax slammed into her from behind with a loud, wet thud, Marcus unzipped h

Clara carefully observed her surroundings. She was afraid that she would be discovered by security. She had never been a stalker before. To execute the plan perfectly, she gathered all of Jonathan's information. She wanted to make sure he fell in love with her quickly. Marble will return to her.

A cloth, a reel of condoms, and a card dropped on the desk. I hooked my finger under my nose. Odessa stepped back. I grabbed a pen and lifted what seemed to be an underwear in the air. The soiled boxers swung on the pen. “What in the world!” Odessa examined the garment. “Is that semen?” For fuck sake! I groaned and dropped the pen and boxers in the nearby bin. Odessa snatched up the package, reading. “There is no returning address.” I turned my head to read the card. No handwriting. Some fucker thought it was funny to piece cut out letters from magazines on a white card. ‘A gift to my precious omega’. Wow! What was this world coming to?

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Right on cue, a pair of hard palms slid from my back to my boobs. Without warning, he pulled both teats earning a gasp I couldn’t stop. “That’s more like it.” Mr brown haired said with a cocky smile. “Strip her already, I can’t wait to see what’s underneath.” Mr green eyes said, not masking the lust glistening from his eyes. My chest felt like it would rip open at any second with the way my heart pounded against it. What was more exciting? The fact I was about to live out my long yearned fantasy… or the fact that it was with strangers that didn’t bother with names.

Satisfaction coursed through me when I glanced through the review and saw how ladies testified the site was a money machine that helped them live flashy lifestyles and sorted their bills. With a heavy frown on my face, I downloaded the Fantastic app, registered my account and filled in my bank account details. After a series of tests and questions, and clicking on ‘I am not a robot’ pop-ups, I finally became a creator on Fantastic app. Logging into my account, I put in the necessary details and uploaded a naughty short bio about me together with a profile picture.

I kept thinking about how Alexander was treating me. I turned off the lights and laid back on the sofa but I didn’t get any sleep. I picked up my phone, and a push up notification from an APP popped up, it read, “Are you lonely? Are you worried about the money? Are you tortured by insomnia led by great stress? Join us to earn money and relieve your stress.” Karen, my best friend, had recommended the APP the last time she came here. She said it was an APP that helps young people relieve stress. She also mentioned something about relieving carnalities.

But instead of rushing, he pulled her into his arms, kissing her deeply so she could taste herself. They rolled together on the bed, bodies pressed skin-to-skin, his hardness nestled against her belly. The sweetness was intoxicating—his hands caressed her curves like he was memorizing her, whispering praises between kisses. “So beautiful… so wet for me…” Alia pushed him onto his back and straddled him, taking control with exotic grace. She stroked his thick length, teasing the precum-slick head against her entrance before sinking down inch by inch. The stretch was exquisite—full, deep, perfect. “Fuck… you feel so good inside me,” she gasped, rolling her hips in slow, sensual circles.