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Reinhardt said, still smiling. He tried to keep his eyes steady, but he couldn’t help noticing how relaxing Lisa looked. She had only her bra on that barely covers a full sized breast. Her cleavage well exposed. She wore a mini skirt that barely exposes her panties. She was clearly not expecting anyone this late. He quickly looked away, not wanting her to think he was staring. His groins had started heating up and he wouldn't risk his "third leg" giving him out. "Lisa is incredibly beautiful,just so simple looking yet yet yet..." Reinhardt's head keeps ringing.

She thought that he would kill her. She regretted going to the meeting in the first place. She didn't stop blaming herself even though it's been more than a month since the incident happened. Vanessa adjusted her blazer as she took the microphone and resumed her speech. "As you all already know, I am Vanessa Sanchez, an actress and a model. I would also like to add one more identity to my name. This has been my secret for so many years but I will let you all know today that I am V_Secrets…" She stated.

Elena POV I sat in my eight-by-ten prison cell at the Federal Correctional Institution in Texas, staring at the newspaper article about Vanya Reed's engagement to Richmond Fernandez. The photo showed them at some charity gala, looking radiant and successful, surrounded by Sacramento's elite who were celebrating their upcoming wedding. "The couple plans to establish a fifty-million-dollar endowment for domestic violence survivors," the article read. "Ms. Reed's Goddess Foundation has already helped over fifteen thousand women escape abusive relationships and achieve financial independence."

“Can we finish this conversation later? I need you fuck me.” “I will,” I hold her hand. “But first a little more information.” “There's not much,” she bites her lip. “Okay,” she gives in. “I was horny, Ren helped me buy a few things and I've been using them.” “A few things?” I frown, dismissing Renata's involvement in it. I am still wary of her. She likes women, and I'm pretty sure she has a crush on my wife. “A rose,” Sasha bites out, her cheeks flushing. “A few vibrators and this fantasy dildo but they didn't help as much, I still wanted..” she pauses, her focus shifting to torturing my cock by tightening her pussy around it.

Vanessa reached back, guided the head to her pussy lips. Ethan moaned as she positioned him—the head slipped into her wet heat. Vanessa moaned too. Finally inside a woman—wet, tight, perfect. "Fuck me, Ethan. Fuck your stepmom," she cried. Vanessa spread her feet wider; Ethan sank deeper. It had been fourteen months since she'd been fucked—she needed this badly. Ethan bottomed out, pubic hair against her ass. He started thrusting. "Yes, yes," she moaned. "Fuck me!"

“You’ve got that ‘I got laid and it changed my life’ look. It’s giving main character. it’s giving after-sex glow. It’s giving...I’m no longer a virgin.” Lydia sat up, trying not to laugh. “Vanessa!” Vanessa scooted closer, eyes bright. “Come on, spill. Did you use everything I taught you? Did you wear that black lace one? Did he lose his mind? Was he soft? Was he...” “Jesus, Van!” Lydia laughed, covering her face with a pillow. “Let me breathe for a second. I just got back.” “Which means the details are fresh. Raw. Unfiltered. Like a live update,” she said, tugging at Lydia’s arm. “Screw professor Wilson. My girl just had her sex debut and I need to know if it was a good kind.”

When Camille reached a quieter stretch near the administrative wing, Vanessa spoke. “Excuse me.” Camille turned, surprised. “Yes?” Vanessa smiled politely. “You’re Camille, right? Ava’s friend?” Camille’s brows lifted. “Yes… do I know you?” “I’m Vanessa Reid,” she said smoothly. “Dr. William Reid’s wife.” Recognition flickered instantly across Camille’s face—followed by something else. Calculation. “Oh,” Camille said, recovering quickly. “Nice to meet you.” “The same,” Vanessa replied. “I won’t take much of your time. I just had a few questions.”

Till all she wanted was me. The door to the bathroom opened. And Vanessa stepped into the shower naked. Vanessa was a beautiful woman with an hourglass figure: ample breasts and a round ass. Usually, the sight of her like that would have made my dick stand and crave her. Except my mind was too clouded by a particular little wolf to care about her right now. She walked up to me. Touching my dick. She rubbed her hands on them while she sucked on my skin. I tried to get in the mood for it. To finish what we had started. But my mind kept drifting to Elena.

Then her eyes darted to me. Not kindly. Oh. Oh, she knew. She smiled, slow and venomous. “I see.” I clenched my tablet until my fingers went numb. Drake’s voice turned colder. “Let’s proceed.” She walked past us, hips swaying like she was performing. I kept my face neutral, but my insides… My insides were shaking. Vanessa Torres was everything I wasn’t. Gorgeous. Powerful. Experienced. Untouchable. A woman men like Drake were supposed to be with.

But she closed her eyes and inserted her fingers to between her legs, running them lightly over her inner thighs and her beautiful mound, that was becoming more prominent as her fingers pressed the soft cloth of the bathrobe against it. It was such a beautiful view. I love Miss Reina so bad, and to see her in this intimate moment filled me with lust and desire. I had been seeing many strippers before, but I never seen Scarlet Reina and Miss Reina doing this in front of me. My dick hardened to its full monster size. "Miss Reina, can I get my cock out? You are making me so hard with your seductive touching." I asked. Reina then opened her eyes, hesitated for a moment as if she did not want me