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By the time the gossip friend sent the link, Piper was completely broken. Then she saw the news about the premiere. “Whatever, Michelle would not live to enjoy the fame.” No matter the situation, Piper would stand on the fact that Michelle came between she and Ezrah. Now, she regretted loving Michelle’s movies before. That woman was a venomous snake. When she ended the call, she called her spies. “You have to find a way to get me to New York.” “Michelle will be going for the premiere. Cause her an accident.” After getting a suitable response, she convinced herself that everything would be over soon.

“I don't care. I do want you. I’m yours, Midnight. Do whatever you want with me.” He smiled against her mouth, and for a split second, his eyes glowed with a faint, predatory light. “Then come for your owner, little one. Come for me again and again. We have all night.” As the first orgasm tore through her under the open sky, Lila felt the last of her old life fall away. The graphic designer, the successful professional, the woman who lived alone in a high-rise—they were all gone. In their place was something new, something raw and honest.

My cum-covered thighs and gaping, leaking pussy are crystal clear in every frame. “You filmed me?” I whisper, but my voice cracks with shameful excitement instead of anger. My clit is already throbbing. Sophie smiles, sweet and vicious at the same time. “You love being watched, Mia. I’ve been running a secret fanclub for months. They pay thousands for these clips of you being a filthy exhibitionist slut. Tonight, you’re giving them the live show they’ve been begging for.” She drags me to the hidden playroom in the basement — a space I never knew existed. Costumes, masks, professional lighting, multiple cameras, and a large circular bed in the center.

I don’t know how she likes anything he releases, but she and Mare have been obsessed with him since they were teenagers, and he was still part of some silly boy band. “You’re about to go to a country bar and this is what you listen to?” I sneak a glance over at Pip, giving her a look of disapproval. Pippa belts out the lyrics even louder, having no shame. “We’ll get all the country in the world when we show up to Slopes.”

They’re the beautiful, rich, party girl sorority while Chi-Os are known for being brainy and attractive in a warm, fuzzy kind of way. “They’re like…pretty, sleek greyhounds,” Jess says with a little growl, her gaze on the girls. “Guess that makes us adorable spaniels,” I say and Jess laughs. Random Girl gives us a wary look, and I realize I’d forgotten she was standing there. “Ignore us. You should totally take a shot at Noah if micro-penises are your thing.” The words, again, are devoid of emotion. I am over him. I swear. The fact that my chest is heavy right now does not matter. Not one bit.

“Now I heard that the auctioneers have sent out private envelopes to each potential buyer stating time and venue and that's what I want. If you can get that for me in the next three days, then your secret is safe with me.” “Three days?” Hilda said, “That's too short a time!” “That's not my problem.” “And what happens if I can't…deliver within the stipulated period.” “Then you'll get to understand why Massimo was given the nickname, The Alligator.” A cold shiver ran down my spine at her words. “How do we know you're going to keep your word?” Hilda asked, defensively.

She pulled her skirt up, rubbing her panty-clad pussy up and down his cock, using one finger to pull it to the side, causing him to slide deep inside of her. “Mmh!” Cecilia moaned into his mouth, her pussy cool and electrifying at the same time. Plugged into the Banshee Sexual Network, the world exploded in sparks, the steady glow of the sunstone punctuated by the miniature lightning bursts that jumped from Cecilia through Mike’ thighs and then into the ground.

Like a whore, I bounce on the oil, fucking till I’m out of air, till my body explodes for the countless time, till all that’s left of me is bolts of vibration, like I’m some sex doll. I curl like a baby, waiting till the vibrations ease out. I pick myself up and continue. The day is getting bright, sunlight sips through my curtain. I don't have much time before Sophie calls that mum is being wheeled to the theater. So, I give it my all. This part is the hardest. Putting a face to an obsession I’ve long kept faceless. But I do it. Bit by bit. Stroke by stroke… Till I have him perfectly mapped on my sheet.

Concern flashed across his face as he hesitated, unsure whether to comfort her, speak, or slip away. But as he took a silent step closer, Phillip’s eyes widened. One of Monica May’s hands was clearly underneath her skirt, moving with urgent need. Her body shivered with pleasure, not sadness. His cock twitched hard inside his designer slacks, thickening rapidly at the erotic sight. She was masturbating—right here in the office, lost in her own filthy little world.