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The place was packed to the brim, flashing red and purple neon lights cutting through the thick smoke, heavy bass throbbing through the floorboards, and bodies moving everywhere. Jake guided me skillfully through the packed dancing crowd, steering me toward a cozy leather booth tucked near the edge of the floor. "Relax here for a minute, alright?" he said, leaning down to speak over the music. "I'll go grab us something strong." The sheer volume of the place was almost overwhelming at first, but a few minutes later, Jake returned holding two brightly colored drinks with ice. He winked at me and left again. I took a heavy sip, it was sweet, fruity, and burned pleasantly all the way down my th

“I’m not going to bite you, if that is what you are worried about.” Zoey looks at me with a small smile toying at the corner of her lips. “What if I want you to bite me?” She asks, leaning closer. My eyes go wide for a split second, just when I think I’m in total control she just completely catches me off guard. I smirk. “I might just have to bite you then.” I say, chuckling a little. Zoey smiles. “I think I would like that.” The waiter, a young boy probably around Zoey’s age comes over to our table and takes our drink order. “I will be right back with your drinks.” He says, giving Zoey a flirty smile.

He waved everyone on table pressing a soft kiss to Emerson. "Ehemm... Alex… Take care of your collar". Zee casually commented. "Why Zee? Not ironed properly"? He was worried about the crease. "No... It’s just that something should be kept hidden. Right Fletch". He said sipping his juice and this time Alex glared at Emerson who was running outside for his life. Followed by a loud laughter from Fletch and Zee. **** Tabby

Balu for what he just said. “No President Forbes. I do not mean that. All I am saying is that Blade Inc. is more suited for the project than CGC. And if only you can…” She didn’t let him finish! She reached for the water bottle on the table, and uncapped it, then took 5 counted gulps before screwing it shut and slamming it on the desk. Then powered her tablet and fished out some portfolio she prepared for this.

Henry had his arm around Cecilia's waist, only letting go when he saw me. "Well, well, look who came running the second Henry called. The ultimate simp." "Did you guys hear? Henry proposed to her with a can tab! Can you believe it?" Laughter filled the room. My humiliation, their entertainment. I didn't even glance at them. Just walked straight to Henry. His face was flushed from alcohol, his usual pale complexion tinged pink. "Lulu," he said, pointing at a glass on the table. "You love me the most, don't you?"

Latino splattered all over my chest, the warm thickness mixing with my sweaty dribble. I swallowed what I could, the rest glazed on me like a second skin, leaving that after sex glow. They got my thong, shook off the last drops of their cum onto it, and snapped it back into my ass, trapping the mess against my skin. Panting, they zipped up, high-fiving over my wrecked form. “Good old slut,” Blond muttered with a grin, smacking my ass hard enough to send the cum dumped in there squelching. “We’ll find you again, and there will be more of us, so keep that thong and smooth ass ready.”

Quill let out a muffled gagging sound, but she swallowed it all down, her throat working hard to keep up with the flow. "DON'T STOP! GIVE HER EVERYTHING!" Blake and Leo were the last. They stepped in close, their cocks pulsing as they fired their loads all over her hair and neck. The room was silent for a moment, the only sound being the heavy breathing of the men. Quill was covered. Her face was a mask of white cum. It was in her hair, on her chest, and dripping off her chin. She looked completely ruined. She looked like the ultimate trophy. She slowly opened her eyes and looked up at the team, a small, satisfied smile on her messy lips.