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" He comforted her helpless expressions. Yna couldn't hid. But smirk lightly. "Haha! It's okay to dream maybe it will be granted right?" Jate added. Angela nodded slowly. "Nah. Stop the dramatic looks lets continue!" As he ask the General Manager to continue his presenting their famous dishes. "Yes. Yes Mr. Woods, our next is some kind of beverage. The Black Diamond I Cream." "Mr. Woods do you know where The land of billionaires?" He asked Mr. Woods about it,

Diana's inside, watching me with worried eyes. Her hands are folded in her lap, and she looks nervous. "You okay?" she asks. "Fine. Just... disoriented." I open the pigeonhole and pull out a small box. I lift the lid and there are just three wraps of my Black Pharaoh remaining, the thing that calms me down when my nerves are fried and I need to get my shit together. I grab the lighter and shove the box back, lunging toward the side of the woods, away from her.

She wanted to remember. Thick steel ring through her septum. A heavy tattoo gun buzzed right above her cunt: “PROPERTY OF DAMIEN BLACK” in big black letters with arrows pointing straight down to her pierced, ruined holes. Then the permanent collar—thick steel, welded shut around her neck forever. A metal plate bolted on that read “Black’s Prize Pony – Do Not Return.” Damien fucked her slow and deep on the table right after, staring into her empty eyes while she whispered broken “thank you Owner” between sobs and orgasms.

"I… I shouldn’t have let you touch me. It’s dirty." Damien’s smirk was pure sin. "It is dirty, baby. But you liked it. I can see it in your eyes. Your pussy is probably dripping right now just from me talking to you." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a sleek black box. "I got you something. Since you were brave enough to follow my instructions today." He opened it, revealing a small, curved pink vibrator and a remote control. Lila stared at it in confusion. "What… what is that?"

Pulling the top drawer open, she watched him take out a black luxurious lockable glossy marble box and push the drawer back close before walking back to her. Stopping at the edge of the bed, the man sat the box on the mattress and opened it. Inside were a set of items all made especially for one's pleasure, three of them being vibrators but in different shapes and forms. Damon reached inside to take one of the vibrators in his hand and held it up for Lilliana to see before asking “Do you know what this is??” “I… I think so” the girl stuttered, her eyes on the wand like black vibrator.

Damien asked, giving me a lopsided smile, running his fingers through his hair. “Sure, anything to take my mind off how stupid I was with laying the most incredibly beautiful and ancient…oh, and don’t forget magical, maybe, piece of jewelry I have ever seen laying out in the open,” it still stung to admit that. He slid the top of the box and inside was a black rectangle. He was smiling as he plopped it out into his hand. The back was purple. “Your favorite color if I’m not mistaken?” He looked at me for confirmation, and I nodded. He flipped it over to show the smooth black screen, and pushed a button on the side waking it up.

Vincent and Khalid's grins promised more, their eyes devouring her trembling form. Damian stepped away from her face, his massive dick glistening from her mouth, and rummaged in a drawer of his desk. The sound of metal clinking sent a shiver through Scarlett. He returned with a sleek black vibrator, its surface smooth and humming to life with a low buzz when he flicked the switch. 'Time to make that clit sing, red,' he growled, his deep voice laced with dominance. He knelt between her spread legs, the age gap stark as his broad, experienced hands parted her thighs wider. The vibrator's tip pressed against her sensitive clit, the vibration jolting her like electricity.

Magnus had alerted them when he saw her ride arrive. She sat in the chair at the end of the table, placing her iPad down, her hands gently by the side. "Let's get into it," she said, crossing her legs at her ankle as she slanted her legs to her right. "So, any cover ideas?" "Yes ma," Mark - a guy who worked in the graphics department - said, drawing her attention. "I was thinking that we would invite some top class models, and then get them to do a special shoot for it. You know, give -"

By the time Damian finally dismissed the team and returned to his private office, the muscles in his neck were tight like coiled steel. He shut his door, the heavy latch clicking firmly into place. The room was completely silent. He walked over to the side table. He unfastened the silver latch on the black box and pulled the lid open. Inside sat a thick manila envelope and a standard, unmarked DVD. Damian picked up the envelope. It felt heavy. He broke the wax seal with his thumb, turning it over and sliding the contents out onto the dark wood of his desk. Two dozen high-resolution photographs spilled across the polished surface.

he says, his voice gruff and menacing. I nod silently as sweat pours down my face, too scared to speak. He grabs my chin, squeezing it ruthlessly while maintaining his cold, evil stare locked on mine. "Don't you know who we are?" he continues. "Come on, bitch, tell me where your father hid the black diamond." He lets go of my chin but decides to grab my hair, pulling me back and squeezing the inside of my cheek. I shake my head, feeling a lump form in my throat. I don’t know anything about that. Black Diamond? What is it? Is this a film? Is there a hidden camera? Am I in Hollywood after this acting and going to become famous?