INICIAR SESIÓN“Uh… fuck!” Valerie’s head butts against the wall, boobs slap in motion as if itching to spill out of her wet top. It's insane.Practically insane… Because while her pussy drips to the thick cock slamming in and out of her, her mind is yet to wrap around the fact that she’s been fucked by Xavier. He groans behind her, hips thrusting with so much vigor, and sweat running down the side of his face. “So fucking wet like a slut,” he hums and gives her pussy a run of its filth by fucking her so hard so looses the slight control of herself. “And you expect me to believe you hate me?” Valerie pushes both hands forward, blindly searching to grab the wall in front of her. His last words make her laugh, bringing her a mix of bittersweet memories. “I do—” He lets go of her stretched thong and watches it smack across her pussy, leaving an instant red mark along the smacked area.“Xavier!” Her nails clutch at the wall, she forgets her morals for a minute, unable to stop the stinging sensation
“How shameless,” Xavier smears the drop of Valerie’s pre-cum on his fingers, shutting his eyes for a minute to feel the warm sloppy fluid. “The ’90s hunter made you wet, huh?”Valerie gulps, unable to hide anything. Not the building arousal about to consume her, or that she has a thing for her bully… or even her dripping pussy.His fingers are practically stuck between her legs, and her skirt still raised to polish his damn shoes. “Don't get ahead of yourself.” She roughly polishes in a bid to regain composure, but the second his thumb brushes through her cunt, she loses control. “Ah!” Her body jerks forward, boons smacking against his shoe, and hands clinging to his knees to hold herself from falling. “Feel how desperate you are.” He sighs, thumb running up and down her wetness, and intentionally driving her thong into her. “Dripping.”“Sir…” She pouts, eyes suddenly teary. It's hard to continue polishing his shoes, not with his fingers brushing at her cunt.“You put up an attitu
Brown liquid pumps on Valerie’s head, washes off her light makeup, and soaks up her sheer crop top as Xavier empties the bottle of brandy on her. She gasps from the cold sensation that runs down her spine, tiny goosebumps spring to their awakening, and her eyelashes flicker non-stop from the weight of the running liquid as she struggles to keep her eyes open. Xavier’s grin broadens, enjoying his humiliating show. “Poor little thing.” His laugh echoes in the office, amplified by the trickling sound of his pouring fluid. “Look at you…” He lets his hand slide down so he’s directly emptying His bottle on her shirt, circling the obvious curves of her breasts. She’s wet.So famn soaked that the thin fabric clings to her body like a second skin, her nipples that are hardened from the cold press against her shirt, bold, daring.Enduring the humiliation, she rounds her fists, teeth dig into her bottom lip, and eyes snap close to lessen the shame. Just maybe not seeing Xavier won will be a
“You what?” Valerie’s best friend, Luke, exclaims, wide eyes boring confused stares at her. “I quit.” She takes off her purse, dumps it on her supposedly big bed with little space, thanks to the bunch of clothes littered all over. He closes the gap between them and grabs her arms, and shakes her rigorously as though bringing her to her senses. “Are you insane?! You were supposed to get a loan, not lose your salary too—”“That bastard dared to touch me again!” She barks, snapping Luke out of his head. She watches his defense crumble, the confusion in his brown gaze shifts to anger. His grip on her loosens and she takes the chance to slip off him. “You should have started with that.” He sucks his teeth, his body still frozen in place. “Whatever,” she starts to take off her shirt. It comes off, leaving her black bralette. The room goes cold and silent for a minute, and it gets broken by Luke’s loud exhale, puffing the strands of his black hair off his face. He leans on the reading t
Heart caught in her tongue, Valerie sits still in the chair opposite her manager’s, and watches the portly man adjust to the edge of his seat, eyes dim with dirty thoughts. “A $10k loan?” He pushes her request paper aside and awfully licks his lips. “It’ll take months of earnings to have this cafe loan that amount.” “I…” She bites her inner cheek, long eyelashes flickering in regret. She’s always known that coming here was going to yield nothing, aside from the ugly bald oldie spewing and finding the slightest means to sexualize things. “But,” he leans forward on the desk, grinning from ear to ear, teeth yellow from tobacco. “I can give you the money.”Valerie forces a smile, she knows the condition coming right up. “I’ll really appreciate it, sir. I promise to pay back within a month—”“Dear, no need for the formality, call me Thomas.” He stands up from his seat and starts towards her. Her eyelids snap close, button nose flares with her raving heartbeat, and fingernails dig into
AUTHOR’S POVThe heat from the sun settles on them. Savannah sighs, feeling slight discomfort. Her limbs are recklessly splayed about, an arm and leg out of the blanket, with sharp sand digging into her skin. A throbbing ache sits at the back of her head. “Guys?” She lazily calls out for Mason and Harper. The only response she gets is the noisy tides from afar. The aftertaste from binge drinking is slowly getting to her. A witch-mix of awkward tastes lingers on her tongue. With the sun’s heat becoming uncomfortable, her eyelashes flutter non-stop, her eyes blinking open and closed as she struggles with the intense glare of bright light. They snap close one more time and open again. Fatigued, she rolls to her side, body fully immersing in the sharp sand, before she sits up.“Gu—” Her tongue staples to the roof of her mouth, eyes widen in shock as she stares at the source of her racing heartbeat, but she can't look away. Mason is naked!His shorts are rolled down to his ankles as th







