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"I'm sorry, but Frank ..." "Lara, would you please leave us alone?" A dangerously calm and deep voice came from behind the girl. Lara didn't have to be told twice. Alissa saw this as her opportunity and stepped into the dim hallway, she couldn't see Frank exactly, she just saw that he was quite tall. But she didn't care at the moment, she was angry because the guy was watching other women even though he was married! No wonder his wife never wanted to come here. She crossed her arms over her chest. "Why are you watching me?"

He ripped her underwear off and her laugh turned to a throaty moan as his tongue swiped over her pussy lips and pressed onto her clit. Two fingers were shoved deep inside her and she moved her hips to the same rhythm. Faro kept alternating with his fingers plunging into her and his tongue swirling around her clit until he felt her clamp down on his fingers. His cock replaced his fingers and Sihana’s gasp told him she could feel every movement. He kept her thighs apart with his arms and kept his strokes short and shallow at first. Her hands fisted the sheets beneath her and Faro looked down at where their bodies were joined together.

Don’t you just hate it when you’re woken up from a deep sleep but have no idea why? This is exactly how Xzavier felt as he laid on his back with his eyes closed. He was irritated, knowing that this would be one of his last peaceful nights of sleep after bringing home his precious newborn daughter, but something had him on edge, what exactly? He didn't know. Xzavier’s instincts told him to keep his eyes closed, so that is what he did. He strained his ears listening for what had woken him up, but all he heard were the light inhales and exhales of his girlfriend lying next to him. Wait… the sound wasn’t coming from beside him on his bed, it was coming from his upper left. Xzavier was confused,

Two days after I first blackmailed Rachel, my phone buzzed at 11:47 PM. It was a video from her. Exactly like I ordered. She was on her marital bed, legs spread wide, fingers buried deep in her pussy, pushing out the last bits of my dried cum from the other night. She was moaning softly, calling herself a dirty whore while she rubbed her clit. The video ended with her cumming, biting her lip so she wouldn’t wake anyone.

I lay there trembling, body buzzing, mind hazy with satisfaction and confusion. My phone buzzed on the nightstand. I reached for it lazily, opening the message from Lisa. It was a video. Lisa on her bed, legs spread wide, fingers pumping in and out of her clean-shaven, dripping wet pussy. Her eyes were closed, head thrown back, lips parted in ecstasy like she was high on it. The wet sounds were loud, her big tits heaving as she moaned my name softly.

His tongue found my pussy, and I shrieked in surprised delight. It felt good. That was about all I could manage to think for quite a while. Ronan kissed and rubbed and licked. He devoted himself to my pleasure. I felt something build up within me, a wave of pressure and heat and pleasure. I moaned with the feeling, and Ronan hummed encouragement as he continued to drive me insane with his mouth. The wave crashed over me, and the world went away for a little while. I shrieked and writhed as pleasure consumed me.

The phone trembled in Matteo’s hand, amplifying Sophia’s soft gasp when Lorenzo’s fingers dipped lower, skimming damp heat. Suddenly, Lorenzo surged upward, flipping her onto her back with effortless strength. He pinned her wrists beside her head, knees nudging her thighs apart. Sophia arched beneath him, breathless laughter catching in her throat as his fingers slid deeper, exploring with slowness. “Tell me,” Lorenzo whispered against her ear, his voice husky but clear through the speaker, “what would your father do if he were watching this?” His thumb circled her clit in lazy circles, drawing a ragged moan from her lips.

“Why does this damn phone not have a video call option, little fawn?” Liora coughed shyly. “Well, you can imagine things, just like me.” That was the problem. I exhaled sharply and then took a slow sip, the alcohol, burning its way down. Imagining Liora was my new hobby that I didn’t dare to say it out loud. Her wet hair, water droplets trailing down her porcelain skin, her lips parted as she gasped softly under the shower—it was all too much for me. Warg growled with frustration.

And so, my heart beat on, slowly and faintly. - One day, an unwelcome guest came to our little sanctuary. Roanna knelt beside my legs, sobbing and pleading, "Miss Palmer, please… Please tell Scott to talk to me again! I really love him, and I can't live without him!" Mary burst out from the kitchen, waving a kitchen knife. "You shameless b*tch! How dare you show your face?" Roanna raised her chin in defiance, shouted, "Kill me then! I can't live without Scott, so kill me!"

"With cameras on every corner, Charles won't be able to hide for long. He's bound to be caught any minute now." Olivia had barely hung up when a loud knock rattled my door. I did not bother opening it. Instead, I peered through the digital peephole and saw the unmistakable silhouette. "Charles, I can see you out there. Don't mess up again. Turn yourself in, and maybe you can get a second chance," I called out. The knocking grew fiercer as Charles heard me. He was cursing up a storm, but I tuned him out, still pushing for him to give up.