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Another man stood with him… Carter, one of his oldest friends and former patrol Beta from Ashenclaw. I would have walked away normally. But then I heard her name. Aluna. I froze immediately. Wilson leaned heavily against the desk, rubbing a frustrated hand over his face while Carter watched him carefully. “You need to stop thinking about her,” Carter said quietly. Wilson laughed once. A bitter sound. “You think I don’t know that?” My stomach tightened instantly. Carter frowned. “She’s married now. She’s the Queen of Wolves.” “I know what she is,” Wilson snapped. Silence followed briefly.

The Fourth photo was of her in a wedding dress as she looked at someone icily, but the groom’s face wasn’t visible. The fifth photo was of her in her wedding dress again, on her wedding bed but surrounded by four men who were not the groom. The last photo of her inebriated state clearly showed signs of having sex, but she was being escorted into a hotel room by a middle-aged man. The paid trolls guided the netizens and fed them stories for weeks. For such keyboard warriors - Liliana was, beyond a doubt, an adulteress.

She waves her hand up and down my body with a distasteful look. I grind my teeth, "I'm not a hooker." I spit out acidly, quickly losing my patience. "I'm his cousin." Her eyes widen as if a light bulb in her head has suddenly turned on, "Oh, it's a kink!" She shrieks as if we've suddenly become the best of friends, "So, tell me he has a big cock without telling me, he has a big cock!" She leans in close, "Is it armoured or sleeveless?"

Bamby said. “My Mama told me that. And some other people, too. My father is Spanish. That’s why.” Clarissa answered. “Oh. Your father is Spanish. That explains why you resembled one of our favorite beauty queens of all time. Your lovely features, your beautiful face, and your gorgeous height.” The gay man declared that he has found a gem. “What do you want from me then?” Clarissa naively asked. “Haha! So innocent, I love it. Well, sweetheart, I just have a question – Do you want to be a fashion or commercial model or a beauty queen?” Bamby asked Clarissa.

A third guy sprawled lazily nearby, one leg draped over the armrest, his hand moving in slow, deliberate pumps over his swollen cock, the skin sliding smoothly while he watched with hooded, lust-filled eyes. But it was the center of the room that held me captive. A curvy brunette was the undisputed queen, surrounded by a group of five guys. She was on all fours on a thick plush rug, her full heavy breasts swaying with each movement, her dark nipples erect and begging for attention. The guy behind her gripped her wide hips with bruising force, his thick cock plunging repeatedly into her dripping pussy. Each thrust produced a lewd, squelching sound, her arousal coating his shaft and trickling

He put a pillow under my hips and held me tightly as he pounded into me. "Fucckkkkkkkk" I squirted on his chest. He kept on thrusting through my orgasm pushing me into another one. My eyes rolled into the back of my head from the unexplainable amount of pleasure I was receiving. I looked at him through hooded lids as he threw his head back growling out his release. He pulled out of me and I winced. My lady parts was exhausted. I doubt it could take another ride but just looking at Thane made me as wet as the ocean. He pulled me into his chest as I dozed off.

Wynn said, grabbing her by her long blond hair and pulling her head back, making her arch her back, demanding her to let loose and so she did. Queen Amirah moaned loudly in pleasure as Wynn slammed into her, again and again.

I feel so full and stretched. “Oh god Hunter.” I moan, my eyes rolling back. “I’m happy you think I’m your god, princess.” The tip of his cock hits my g-spot over and over again as I close my eyes and ride him. Bouncing up and down, back and forth and all over him. A hand comes from behind to pinch my nipple whilst the other rubs against my clitoris. Back and forth and all around. I feel like a dirty whore. A slut. So wanton and above all, his.

So I do as my Queen askes I position my cock and I get her set and I slammed my whole length into her pussy I can feel the warmth of her pussy and the juices from her pussy and I start to pick a rhyme and I start to pick up the pace and the faster I go and harder I go the more she is moan and screaming my name and the more I feel that she is releasing her wet sweet pussy juices all over my cock and I keep going and I grab her and tell her to hold on and I stand up an I place her back against the wall and I thrust as hard and fast as I can over and over while she is squirting all over my cock and its running down her left and then she digs her crawls into my back and moans loudly and she sta

“Inexperienced little girls can’t make you come-“ “Just shut up and get on your knees, Lauren. You are not here to talk anyway.” I spread my legs upon seeing her follow my command obediently. Outside this room, the Queen of the Mages was highly respected. But in front of me, she would do anything to get my cock inside her. Including crawl for me. Before Lauren could protest, I grabbed her nape and pressed her face against my cock. She wanted it rough and dirty after all. And I was in the mood to give it to her today. “Take it out and suck me like the filthy queen that you are.”