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I continued, “Mom, did you get mad at me because I said you ran away with Mr. Lewis? Is that why you made me eat the mango cake? “Mom, I won’t say you left with Mr. Lewis behind Dad’s back again. “I really don’t want to eat mango! I don’t want to drink chili water! My throat hurts!” My mom yelled hysterically, “There’s nothing between us! We just went abroad together once!” The more she spoke, the worse she looked. People around us stared. “So she cheated?” “What was she thinking? She kept giving that little girl things she is allergic to!” “Didn’t you hear? The girl said her mom made her drink chili water!”

"You come when I tell you to. Greedy little slut, trying to come without my permission." He fucked me harder. His words were dirty and pushed me closer to the edge. "I am going to breed this tight little ass. I am going to pump you so full of my cum you will be leaking for days. You would like that, would you not? My own personal cumdump, always ready and waiting for Daddy's load." I was seeing stars. My mind went blank from the pleasure. I did not think I could hold on much longer. My body felt like it was on fire. The image of my mom's smiling face flashed in my mind. This was for her.

"I expected nothing less from a celebrity who's all about fan service. She's incredibly hot!" "I heard you had to pay 30 grand for a full day with her! Just imagine all the things the wealthy can do." "So what if she was a celebrity? Those monsters will ruin whoever they want to." Negative comments flooded the posts that contained those photos. I shuddered as I turned to look at the middle-aged woman before me—Karen Palmer, my mom. Despite all the rumors flooding her phone, my mom nonchalantly scrolled through them all. The biggest reaction I saw was a frown as she liked and reposted a comment saying 'Embarrassing'.

"What did that guy do to her?" "What didn't he do, damn it? But love just makes you an idiot, that's all I can say. Although, with the woman he got, I'm surprised she didn't kill him sooner. I'll just tell you it's very similar to what happened with your parents; the mafia guy ended up being tamed by a petite woman." He starts laughing, and my laughter joins his because I know it's true; my mother, despite being so short, can silence my father with just a glance.

Irritated, Barbara slapped him and said, "Why are you crying? No one died in this house." The five or six-year-old Jerry Miller cried and said sadly, "Mom is mean, Mom is a witch. I don't like Mom anymore!" Barbara, already in a bad mood, was even more angered by her son's public mockery, making her want to slap him again. The mother and son created a chaotic scene in the living room. Madam Martínez had a displeased expression and said calmly, "Haley, after signing the contract, come to my study with me."

Me, my husband Dominic, and our daughter basking under the Bermuda sun, pretending—for a few days—that the world was soft and safe. When we returned, I suggested we stop by the Hale for dinner with Cassian. My son. The one I hadn’t seen in nearly a month. He was running the family’s casino now, carrying the weight of our name on his shoulders like he was born for it. Dominic begged off. Said he was tired, needed rest. So it was just me and Elara who made the detour. The Hale had never been my scene. Crowded. Flashy. Thick with money and danger. Even after marrying into a mafia family, I never quite grew used to the shadows it cast. But motherhood has a way of softening your fear. And I misse

Her voice exploded through the room as she reached out to grab the woman's hair, all while hurling obscene accusations. But this time, Mom had clearly met her match. Not only did Dad's coworkers intervene, but even Dad joined in, dragging Mom out of the hotel as she continued her hysterical tirade. One of the younger women even called security. In the end, several people carried Mom out of the hotel and left her at the entrance. Never in her life had Mom experienced such humiliation. Dusting herself off, she stood up. Right in front of the security guards and Dad's coworkers, she slapped Dad twice.

He reasoned with her. "How can you understand when you're not there to see what I saw. They should be keeping themselves chaste for their partner or better still, having someone they are seeing which we are aware of, but those brats looked like they exchange partners and have sex in circles….." she covered her mouth with both palms and whimpered softly. She couldn't get the image off her mind. Not to mention the size of the penis she saw on the men. To think her daughters' core accommodates such length…..

Frank groped her breasts through her nurse uniform, making her moan. He started to undo her buttons. She pulled away. "Frank! Sophie's home!" she warned. "I'm sorry. It's just been a long time since we had sex.". She pecked him. "I know. But I promise, I'll find time.". I'd seen and heard enough, so I stomped down the remaining stairs. They quickly realised it themselves. "Sophie!" my mum exclaimed. I wasn't bothered; I was horny as fuck too. But I'd never be turned by a man like Frank. How did my mom even find him attractive?

He soon cummed. Meanwhile what started as normal sex soon took a wild turn in the hotel 's bedroom. Nikhil couldn't control himself. He became wild and started slapping Sunna hard on her butt that even left marks of his hands on her ass. He pulled her hair tightly while sex and kept on pounding her so hard that she fainted from exhaustion. He also had marks on her fingers all over his back and shoulders . He finished inside her despite knowing the fact he wasn't wearing a condom and she could get pregnant but the thought of sowing his seed inside such a beautiful woman was extremely exciting for him.