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And an old score to settle—with her father. Tania scrolled through her phone, mouth dry as she watched Ximena and Leandro trend online. *“Power Couple in the Making?”* *“Ximena Antonio Sparks Buzz With Mysterious Billionaire”* Her hand shook. She knew Leandro’s reputation. But worse—she knew what he might reveal. Panicked, she called Ana. No answer. Again. Nothing. “Damn it!” Tania hissed, pacing her bedroom. She rushed to her desk, pulled open a locked drawer, and took out a small photograph.

The Winter Paris Competition is over and I can finally relax. With Tanya Pennington named the winner, I can finish out the remainder of my Model Perfect contract and be away from the spotlight. All eyes are on Tanya Pennington and her girlfriend, Lucia Perez. Tanya is the first lesbian to become a model girl winner for Model Perfect. All social media platforms are buzzing with the news. As for me, I am glad it's all turning out the way it needs to.

Because last night my best friend Sarah sent me the link, and I spent hours watching Professor Nadia Vale get absolutely destroyed on camera. My phone vibrates under the desk. Sarah again. Another message: “Watch this one. You’re gonna lose it.” I click the link discreetly, volume low, earbuds hidden. The OnlyFans page loads — “ProfessorNadiaSecret.” The newest video starts playing. There she is. Professor Nadia on her knees in what looks like a fancy hotel room, glasses fogged up, mascara already running as she chokes on a massive thick cock. Her huge tits are out, bouncing heavily as the guy fucks her throat raw. “That’s it, you strict little slut,” the guy groans on the video. “Take every

That's why they are not called clubwhores. Tanya waves at me as soon as I reach downstairs. Tanya is an entertainer and my first friend here. Surprisingly, she is studying law and works here to support her studies. She is a great dancer and sometimes works as a bartender when Lily has difficulty handling these bikers. Lily is another friend I have made, completely opposite to her name. Hearing her name, a picture of a shy, timid girl comes into mind, but Lily is anything but timid. She is one badass girl who doesn't take shit from anyone.

she said, her cheeks flushing slightly. “ why did you change what you wanted to say?” I asked, my eyes narrowing slightly. “It’s nothing, argh.” “Well that’s not the case , Isla has an OnlyFans. She masturbates with sex toys online and she has 25 million subscribers,” she said flatly. I was stunned. “She was even live yesterday.” “Damn, that’s crazy,” I said, shaking my head slowly. “I know, right. I even screen-recorded it. I’d humiliate her just the way she humiliated me,” Maya said, her jaw clenching.

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The basement door was shut behind me, and the distant hum of the hostel above felt miles away. Scott's grin widened, and he unzipped his fly slowly, the sound echoing in the quiet room. His hand dipped inside, pulling out his cock, thick and already half-hard, veins bulging along the shaft. It flopped against his thigh, and I froze, heat rushing to my face. "Strip, Tyna. That's payment. Show us what the innocent class topper's hiding under that good-girl outfit." Scott stroked himself lazily, his thumb circling the head, smearing a bead of precum.

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"How about this— I'll add you and transfer it to you later." "No need!" "No, I insist," Tanya persisted, pulling out her phone. Seeing her determination, I had a thought and opened my phone for her to scan my QR code. As she sent the friend request, I said, "You just want to add me so you can post stuff to disgust me, right?" Tanya's eyes lit up for a moment. "Keira, don't think so badly of people." "Hopefully, you prove me wrong," I replied, putting my phone away and walking off.