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I glanced at the male colleagues who had been cracking vulgar jokes at the table earlier and said loudly, "Over the past six months, Vanessa has used Mr. Studdard's name to set up three investment group chats and scammed nearly six million dollars from everyone. "You all thought she was at home taking care of her kid during her maternity leave? In reality, she was spending your hard-earned money staying in a ten-thousand-dollar-a-night suite at Bardya and buying custom Chanel outfits. As for the rest of the money…" I paused, a mocking smile in my eyes. "She used it all to pay off gambling debts she racked up in casinos and to tip influencers on streaming platforms. And the so-called screensh

The first two days passed in sweet torture. Vanessa was everywhere. She cooked breakfast in tiny silk robes that barely covered her ass. She did yoga by the pool in sports bras that struggled to contain her massive tits. She bent over constantly picking things up, loading the dishwasher, reaching for high shelves giving Ethan devastating views of her cleavage or the way her yoga pants stretched across her fat ass.

This Vanessa has tropical rain forest green eyes instead of pine forest green. I pull his shirt off, and a gasp leaves my throat. My body is........well...it's fucking sexy. My hips, my breasts, my stomach.....I had a nice body before, but now......I freaking look like a maxim model. My boobs are completely filled, and my butt is lifted like I have spent months in the gym.

Of course she puts me next to hers. “Emma, you’re with me,” she says, smiling like it’s nothing. “Closer to the boss means better networking, right?” I laugh nervously. “Sure, Vanessa.” Inside the tent the air feels too thick. She changes right in front of me, peeling off her hiking shirt without shame. Her bra is black lace. Her breasts are full, nipples already hard against the fabric. I look away, cheeks burning. “You’re tense,” she murmurs. “Come here.”

I almost burst in flames. “Fuck, baby.” I growled, biting on her lower lip.Yeah, we weren’t talking. Not right now. “Can I take your shirt off?” I asked softly. Vanessa nodded, and I almost died of happiness. I pulled her shirt up over her head, and the sight of her in a black bra only almost made me cum in my pants. She was fucking perfect. Her breasts were perfect, like two perfect melons. I could even see her hard nipples straining against her bra, and it made me want to cry from happiness. This perfect little thing was mine. She was perfect, and she was

she assured her. Vanessa nodded with a forced smile on her lips. Doctor Steve soon approached the bed, holding a syringe filled up with a whitish substance. “What is that?” Vanessa asked, watching the doctor who was standing in front of her. “This is supposed to make your tummy grow bigger like that of a pregnant woman,” he replied with a hoarse voice. “You shouldn't be asking questions, just part your legs and let him insert it,” Sara chided her. “Insert? I thought it was an injection?” Vanessa asked, looking at their faces in dismay.

The bed was shaking from the force of the facefucking Gab was giving Vannessa. "Is like our slut like what we are doing to her. She's getting wet. I'm not surprised though. She's a whore, why won't she love it." She laughed and looked up at Gab. "Pull out a little lemme take a picture. I want to be seeing her face." Gab raised his ass and pulled out that his tip was left in poor Vannessa's mouth. Lisa smiled and took a picture of her step sister's naked body, starting from her exposed pussy to her dick covered face.

he said pulling away. She shook her head. He'd had enough prostitutes to know she was inexperienced. "OK I'm going to fuck you." " Monica took off her bra as Mullins smoked a cigarette. "Shit, she's going to have a queue every day," he thought as Monica reached behind her head to undo the backband and pushed the straps off her shoulders. The major whistled as she revealed her 36 inch bust which jutted out proudly with hardly any droop. "You got million dollar tits, baby," he said.

T*****r thread from a verified account. **Hi. I worked with Ariana Vale at Vertex Media. And Vanessa Hart is lying.** *I’m the former colleague Vanessa claims gave a testimonial. I didn’t. In fact, I never spoke to her. These ‘documented instances’ she mentions? Fabricated.* *Ariana was one of the most collaborative, generous coworkers I’ve had. She stayed late to help others meet deadlines. She shared credit. She lifted people up.* *Vanessa Hart is lying to damage a woman who rejected her narrative. Don’t let her.*

she moaned like the slut he wanted her to be. “Your breasts sagged. I don’t like it anymore,” William complained, biting hard. “Ahhh!” Vanessa’s eyes ran wild, consumed by pleasure. “But I did a boob job last month,” she mumbled. “Did you think Daddy’s a joke, huh?” He slapped her nipples, making them sting. Her lips parted as if she wanted to speak, but all that came was a quiet, trembling sound. “You will do as daddy says,” he said darkly, plunging her nipples.