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Only their eyes moved but the stoic appearance and immovable stance remained the same. "Hello, Faye! We meet again! Hahaha!" Quickstep replied to the beautiful girl. "Have you seen my daughter also, Quickstep? Come, Valeri!" Vera was not to be outdone by her greatest rival. "I'm here, mother. How are you, Quickstep?" Valeri went forward and paraded in silky transparent thin clothes. Her ripe allure would capture any man's attention. She was born to be a goddess. "I'm great, Valeri! It's already late but both of you are still awake. You will not grow taller that way." Quickstep responded to the lovely girl.

Suddenly Valerie spanked his ass. “You are such a slut, aren’t you? I can feel you are wet, you dirty little whore.” “Mm, I am. Please make me cum,” Valerie took her hand off his ass and let it slide in under her shorts. She was so wet and her clit was swollen. She gently eased Jason’s cock out of the thong and began to jerk him off while rubbing her clit. The position was very strange, he thought. He was standing up, supporting his weight on his arms against the coffee table. Valerie had his cock and had pointed it downwards, but he didn’t care, he was so close to coming it hurt.

Her body hasn't recovered from the whole dragging and with the heavy shackles and all and now this horrible thing is happening to her. As Ford surges towards her lower part, gently caressing her stomach towards her vagina, "This is it !" Valerie thought she was dead, this isn't gonna happen, It's not me, This is not your body this horrible man is preying as such on a mere toy. She was filled with a sense of disgust, repugnance and revulsion as Ford's horrible hands touched her private domain, "Wait !" Valerie screamed loudly, Naturally Ford wouldn't stop, but he stopped to listen to what she has to say.

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS GRAPHIC SEXUAL VIOLENCE, RAPE, ASSAULT, MURDER, TRAUMA, STRONG LANGUAGE, AND REVENGE THEMES. READER DISCRETION ADVISED. VALERIA As a little girl, I dreamed big—actress, a pop star, designer maybe or a model... basically anything that would slap my face on Vogue and of course lots of paparazzi attention. Well, here I am... margarita in one hand, phone in the other, scrolling—when I see a picture of me and Dante on the Daily Mail. My lips curl at the headline; Blue Cyber CEO spotted with new lover. New lover, alright.

“Was worth it, just to watch you do that.” I chuckle, “So are you more of a breast or ass woman?” I inquire. “I’m an Izzy kind of woman. Meaning, I crave every inch of you from head to toe.” My cheeks heat up at her words, but soon I hear the sound of something clicking. The bed dips and Valeria straddles my ass. I feel something warm begin to drip onto my skin and then I feel Valeria’s hands gliding up my back, her thumbs and fingers kneading deeply into my muscles.

“Everything.” Valeria toed off her shoes and peeled the leotard and tights down in one frantic motion, kicking them aside. Naked, she was even more obscene (long legs, the dramatic curve from waist to hip, the neat dark triangle between her thighs already glistening). Elena stared for one stunned second, then pushed her down. The floor was cool against Valeria’s back. Elena knelt over her, skirt rucked up to her hips, revealing sheer black stockings held by a lace garter. She did not bother removing anything else. She simply shoved Valeria’s thighs apart and looked.

A vivid image of her nakedness flashed before my eyes, and I struggled to maintain control. "What do you mean?" I asked, my voice raspy with desire. Valeria's eyes sparkled with mischief.