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Hence, I asked the woman kindly, "Did the HR department not pay you the compensation for firing you according to your employment contract?" The woman could only stammer in response. Tears began flowing down her cheeks at that moment. Soon, she was crying so hard that she could barely breathe. Amidst her sobs, she made sure to shout at me in a cutesy voice, "So what if you're rich?" With that, she ran away once again. I finally understood what was going on. That woman was another one of my many crazed admirers. She was purely acting out of the ordinary just to attract my attention.

“There’s nothing wrong with breaking her legs to keep her. Or chaining her to the bed. She’s mine.” She was looking for freedom. He gave her obsession—wrapped in tenderness. Genesis Caldwell thought escaping her abusive home meant salvation—but her arranged marriage to billionaire Kieran Blackwood might be its own kind of prison. He’s possessive, controlling, dangerous. Yet in his own broken way… he’s gentle with her. To Kieran, Genesis isn’t just a wife. She’s everything. And he’ll protect what’s his. Even if it means destroying everything else.

**Host’s Introduction** The lights dim even lower now. Some confessions are born from love. Others from greed. But the darkest ones… come from desperation. Tonight’s story is about a young woman who offered her body to save her brother. She thought it would be one month of hell. She had no idea she was signing away her soul to a man who collects women like trophies… and breeds them like property. Welcome to the confession of Lila Kane. --- **Story 2: Debt of Flesh**

she says lightly, disappearing into the bathroom and closing the door. The second the water starts running, my hands shake with urgency. I’ve been holding back this horniness the entire drive, imagining girls eating me out. I open my laptop quickly, load the lesbian p**n site, and click on a video. Two women are going at it intensely , one on her back, legs spread wide while the other buries her face between her thighs, tongue working deep through wet folds, fingers thrusting hard.

“Depression… and a very unhealthy coping mechanism.” “Which is?” “Sex?” Oh! “How long?” It was none of my business but I don't know… she seemed interesting. “About eight months.” I was about to ask why but she beat me to it. Either she could read my mind through these wooden walls, or she was just a chronic oversharer. Was it contagious?

Her husband stood over her, pumping his cock Victoria rubbed her own clit fast, watching them. Laura came first, soaking Victoria's thigh with fresh squirt then her husband groaned and shot thick ropes of cum across Victoria's breasts and stomach. Victoria followed right after, moaning loud as her orgasm hit, the three of them collapsed on the bed in a sweaty, sticky pile, for a minute, no one spoke just heavy breathing and the smell of sex all around them. Laura curled against Victoria's side, one hand resting on her husband's chest. "I can't believe we just did that," she whispered.

She opens the door and leads us in. Her house is decorated with natural elements, arranged in interesting ways and colorful tapestries and crystals line shelves and walls. I take a seat on what she refers to as the couch and we talk for a while. About weather, books, boys and girls. She expresses a fondness for the girl who had made my library card and I grin. Same sex mates are rare among us wolves, and that makes them all the more special. "Have you told her that you like her?" I inquire, and Evers' face turns as pink as her hair.

he took my hand which I hadn’t extended and kissed it, licking a bit. Ugh, that was gross. I nodded coming closer to Vadas. I secretly whipped my hand against his pants, and he smiled pressing me closer. They exchanged usual formalities with not so much enthusiasm. His female, I instantly forgot her name, was almost naked in her blood-red, tight dress. It hardly covered her butt. And she desperately tried to gain Vadas's attention to her breasts. She was beautiful, however, he doesn’t seem even slightly interested. That made me smirk for some reason.

“That must be another of that repulsive woman’s ploys to get back to my son. That barren, diseased hideous woman suffering from PCOS can never become pregnant. What kind of a doctor are you, to fall for the tricks of a patient?” “I am going in right now and I’m going to beat the shit out of her till she confesses. Seems both Henry Hill and Dr Samuel are tired of screwing her and reluctant to foot her hospital bills, so the penniless whore cooks up the pregnant story to wheedle back to my home. Over my dead body”, she continues screaming as she tries to elbow past Dr Linda. “No one is going to allow you anywhere near Sarah’s room”, Dr Linda stops her. “But I can help you get to her room.”

Cindy was sandwiched between their muscular bodies, her screams muffled by one cock in her mouth at times. They rotated holes, spitroasting her, making her airtight. Cum leaked from every cumable hole. They made Mark clean each of them after llicking cum off their softening but still massive cocks. Cindy made Mark thank them personally. "Thank you for fucking my wife better than I ever could." The humiliation was constant and delicious. She'd compare them out loud during sex: "Feel how he stretches me, Cuck? Your dick feels like a finger now." She started wearing a anklet with a "Queen of Spades" tattoo on her ankle a permanent symbol of her BBC addiction. She dressed sluttier in public, low