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Instead, I found myself whispering: “…For how long?” Alexander’s eyes darkened with satisfaction. “Six months. You’ll be mine, completely, for six months. After that, your debt is cleared and you’re free to go.” He pushed off the desk and walked toward me again, stopping so close I could smell his expensive cologne — dark, woody, and dangerously masculine. He leaned down, bringing his lips close to my ear, his breath hot against my skin. “But I should warn you, little girl…” he whispered, his voice dropping into something sinful.

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Setting my glass down, I ripped my shorts off, throwing it behind the couch. Spreading my soaked folds, hissing, allowing air cool brush my hot pussy. "I know we're not supposed to be thinking about our best friends like that but we've had this crush on them since forever." I whined, widening my legs, pussy parting. Bella moaned, tugging her own shorts off, mirroring my position. Our pussies were facing each other, wet, swollen. She dragged two manicured fingers between her slit, smearing the slick. "Yeah, I get it. It's frustrating. And I just know they'll be rough with us. They'll tie us up so we wouldn't move and suck on our pussies till we're too sensitive."

Talk to not see. That’s all that has happened so far I’m afraid to say. We have been exchanging various messages, which have become progressively sensual as the week have passed, for the past 3 months now. I made contact with him by accident really. Being bored, and quite frankly fed up with my love life, a close friend from University suggested that I should check out 'Dating and love' a new dating app. She positively raved about it. At first I waved it off as being the last resort for sad and unpopular losers, but after meeting this guy online, and seeing some of the other hotties on the site, I got sucked in and decided to go along with it. I started to really enjoy the online-shield of m

When they saw each other they both laughed and looked at each other very mischievously, then Raquel told her: -Yes, yes, yes of course, of course I have and I have had my little gray hairs in the air, but all without any commitment and with certain conditions, that I set myself. -So how's that, let's see, I'm curious. -A well, first of all that he's not married and that, just like me, he doesn't want any commitment and you know, but I haven't fallen in love so it's just been sex and nothing more than sex.

By sunset, that ache had turned into a throbbing, dripping need. No boyfriend. No rules. Just seven days to be a greedy, horny slut. I grabbed the resort tablet and opened the Concierge app. Private Companions. I selected exactly what I wanted: Male. Very tall. Extremely muscular. Hung like a fucking horse. Expert tongue and stamina. No limits. One night. I hit submit, already soaked. Thirty minutes later, a firm knock sounded at the door. I opened it and felt my pussy clench at the sight of him.

I collapsed onto my back, my chest heaving, one forearm slung over my eyes to block out the dim glow from the city lights through the blinds. “Fuck,” I whispered to the dark ceiling. Seven months. It had been seven months since a man had touched me. The last one—Mark, the architect with the nice smile and wandering hands—had lasted three dates before he “realized he wasn’t ready for commitment.” Translation: he’d met someone easier. Before him there was Daniel, who cried after sex because he missed his ex. Before that, Ethan, who ghosted me after I mentioned wanting kids someday. The pattern was exhausting.

“Were you ever going to find a nice girl to settle down with?” “I've said before that I don't believe in marriage or love. I feel like it's a waste of time being tied down to someone who you may not even stay the rest of your life with. I feel free when I'm just hooking up here and there, knowing I don't have promises to keep and vice versa. I feel free knowing that I don't have to not stress myself thinking about someone else; if they've eaten, if they're well, or how much they love me and if they're cheating on me. I prefer fucking each other and going our ways.”

I leaned in, bridging the final gap, and pressed my lips against hers. It was a kiss of hunger and a clear declaration of war against the King’s neglect. Elara stiffened, her hands coming up to my shoulders to push me away. She didn't want to commit such a scandalous act, her mind likely screaming about the treason of it all. But I didn't relent. I deepened the kiss, my tongue tracing the seam of her lips until she let out a soft, broken moan and melted into me.

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