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he smiles and whispers and I swallow and that's when I know that I am gone. I swear I am gone. I just want to be laid. With that, he bends and crashed his lips to mine and fire erupts.

Cherry had been in her room all day, she had been sulking in the room due to the fake marriage that her parents had arranged for her but she knew that she could not escape the marriage, after all, this had been her destiny all her life. She was getting married to Damien Winston, but definitely not for love. Her parents did not care about her loving him or not too, she had a task to fulfill in the home of Damien Winston, she was to get rid of him one way or the other once she had become his bride.

Julia's face was ghostly pale as she begged for mercy. "It was… It was someone I found. T-There's someone in Senton City who can swap bodies for a few days, and then things will return to normal. Norman, I just love you too much. Cindy gets to have you every day, and I'm going crazy with jealousy. I never wanted to hurt her… I just want to spend a few more days with you!" But Julia's confession didn't move Norman. All he could think about was that I was gone, and what he should do now that I didn't want him anymore.

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Her blonde hair was a tangled halo against the leather sofa, her lips swollen and damp. "Iris," Cathy breathed, the name barely a whisper. She reached out, her palm cupping Iris’ flushed cheek. Iris leaned into the touch, her eyes fluttering shut for a heartbeat before she tilted her head, capturing Cathy’s lips in a deep, desperate kiss. Their tongues tangled, a messy collision of taste and heat.

he says with a smirk plastered across his face. “Please no …no. Stop.” *SMACK* “Ahh…I'm a whore. One” *SMACK* “Ahhhh.. I'm a whore. Two” …..Five,....SIX…..Ten…... .Twelve….. Nineteen. “So this is the final deal” Clover fondled her head gently stroking her hair and caressing her ass cheeks with the stick. Her ass was all red and bruised. *SMACK* “Ahh.. I'm a whore. Twenty.”

He wasn't just collecting a debt anymore; he was losing himself in her. "Marco... I’m... I’m going to..." "Go ahead," he growled, his voice thick with his own coming climax. "Cum for me, Sofia. Show me how much you love being my slave." That word…’slave’...was the final straw. The shame of it, the heat of it, it all crashed down on her at once. Sofia’s body went rigid. Her eyes rolled back in her head as a massive wave of pleasure broke over her. She screamed his name, her voice breaking, as her insides clamped down on him.