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His face drained of color when he finally looked up. “M-Mr. Markston…” he stuttered. “I didn’t know it was you.” I could barely focus, but I heard Vincent’s voice—low, dangerous, trembling with rage. “What were you trying to do?” he asked, his anger so sharp it cut through the fog in my head. Before Mr. Wang could respond properly, Vincent slammed his head again—this time against the table. The sound echoed in the room, making me flinch. “She’s just a slut sent to me,” Mr. Wang spat desperately, lying without shame. “You know how young girls behave nowadays. They want quick fame. She came to me herself.”

“You need grown men. Daddy’s friends who’ve been thinking about stuffing this cunt since you wore that bikini at the Fourth of July two years ago.” “Then fuck me like you’ve been thinking about it,” I moan, wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling him deeper. Something flares behind his eyes. He grabs my throat, shoves me flat on my back, and rails into me so hard that poker chips bounce off the table and scatter across the floor. The wet sound of his cock driving through three men’s cum is filthy and loud, and the table is creaking under the force of his thrusts. Vincent reappears beside the table. He’s hard again — stroking himself with that calm, steady expression while he watches Do

“Who cares? The only thing I care about is how slippery this hoe’s pussy is. She’s creaming all over my balls. Keep taking it, baby.” I hated how right they were. By then, my juices were dripping down my thighs, making everything wet and messy. Guilt burned in my chest but my body didn’t care. I pushed back against Zane, taking him deeper, while I relaxed my throat and let the other cock slide further in. More voices joined. Rhett, Brock, Jett, Wes, Knox, Trace. Nine of them now, rotating in and out, using my mouth and pussy like I really was just a party favor.

His moans grew louder, unrestrained, echoing off the empty locker room walls. The quarterback pulled off Alex’s cock with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting his lips to the glistening head. “Look at you moaning like a whore. Bet you touch yourself thinking about guys like me, don’t you? Late at night in your dorm, fingering your own ass while pretending you’re straight.”

She could see the posts forming: Elena Voss, still untouched, still irrelevant. Something inside her snapped. “I’m not,” she said, voice sharper than she intended. The words kept tumbling out, reckless and unstoppable. “I’m sleeping with someone. Cassian Hale. My stepbrother.” Silence crashed over the group like ice water. Then came the explosion of whispers. “No way!” “Richard Hale’s son?” “That hot, arrogant bastard?” Jake’s face twisted. “Bullshit. You’re lying.” Elena lifted her chin, heart hammering so hard she felt dizzy. “Believe what you want. We’ve been together since the wedding. He can’t keep his hands off me.”

"Cum on your father-in-law's tongue like the dirty little slut you are." I covered my mouth with both hands as the orgasm crashed through me, my body shuddering, and my hips grinding against his face. Vincent drank every drop of it, moaning against me like he was the one being pleasured. When I finally stopped trembling, Vincent stood up, cleaned himself and smirked at me. He was a dashingly handsome man, the kind of man women swooned over, the kind of man women masturbated themselves to at night. I had done it myself, more than once, before I knew who he was.

"So, did you ever think you'd be offered a job because your dick is bigger than the last guy?" Russ chuckled. "I never thought about it." "That's not the only reason. You're also, according to Lan, handsome, well built, and have a reputation of being a nice guy. I do, essentially, what my mom and sister do. I give massages. By choice, I only do females. About half of them just want massages. The other half are the regulars. They want the special services we offer. For women, it's fingering to orgasm, eating them, and rarely vaginal sex. For vaginal I always wear a condom. Safer for me and for them. For oral, I use a dental dam about half the time. Do you know what that is?"

Katherine gasped, the pain blooming into pleasure, her hips bucking back against his cock. "Naughty girl I see," Vincent growled, his hand rubbing the spot he'd struck, fingers dipping under the ruffled hem to squeeze her cheek. "Losing that cherry already? Fuck! that makes this even hotter, means you know how good it feels to have a cock stretching your tight little pussy. But mine? It'll ruin you for anyone else."

Vincent said, "I don't see anything bad in it. It's meant for people above eighteen, and I'm twenty-one. Besides, it's not a p**n. They are not showing their dick and pussy." Emily couldn't believe she said that in front of him. She was getting bolder in front of him. Mr. Vincent was surprised. He couldn't find the right words to reply. He felt like he was losing the argument to a girl half his age.

my cock. He was loving it. I was loving it. I flipped him over and pushed his legs back to his head. I was going to give him a prostate massage, I flipped him up, put a pillow under his back and slowly pushed in, feeling around. I saw his face light up and kept short strokes up until he started moaning louder. I kept rubbing his prostate with my cock head until he screamed "What the fuck is going on? This feels so fucking good!!" I smiled back and said "You're gonna cum on my cock, aren't you?" He looked at me and said "I dont know, this feels so much different." I stroked his hole a little bit faster, looked him in the eyes and said "Cum for me." He moaned for a few seconds looked back and