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Blake then exited his room, bid them a good night, and left their home to Lotus Suites. Bake arrived, and construction of the zin garden was still underway, so he went straight to his suit and entered the small world. Tabby was cultivating under the tree of life when he arrived, and not to disturb her, he went to the cabin, sat next to Gerold, and placed his head on the table with a loud thump. “Troubled?” Raising his head, he looks at Gerold and explains what had happened earlier in the day with Tabitha and Claire. After Blake’s explanation, Gerold sat there, not saying a word pondering his thoughts, when a voice broke the silence.

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“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.

The world could burn, and I’d probably still notice that stupid headline used quotation marks around former lover. [WINONA 🍷🖕] I’M GONNA TORCH THEIR OFFICE. GIVE ME THE ADDRESS. [SHEENA 👛💄] CALM DOWN. But also, wow, they used a really good photo? [WINONA 🍷🖕] DON’T COMPLIMENT SATAN’S WORK. [DIANNA] They took it from Monte Carlo. 2020. Who the hell even had this photo? [SHEENA 👛💄]

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?"

He raised it in a toast, “here’s for the pregnancy!” I took it down my throat like he did. Oh my God, where was the fire department? My throat felt like it was on fire, and I started coughing. Jakob laughed at me, and I realized I liked his laugh… until I realized that a blonde was sitting next to me. “She just can’t handle it, you know,” he said. The blonde smiled at him, and said, “I’m Tabatha. What’s your name?”

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.