#deviilstouch

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nicola glances to london, that lightning-quick quirk of her lips a silent appreciation for her wife's attentiveness. laurie's breasts have been distracting her since this girl all but fell into their laps, but nic is hardly feeling guilty about it. "as for what we'd do to you," nicola purrs, confident fingers working to undo laurie's bra. "that's for us to know and you to earn, isn't it? but let's just say every girl we've taken home has walked funny to her uber the next morning…" nic arches her brow. "how do you feel about anal, actually? my wife is a bit of an ass girl."

“I know this is meant to be your lifeline, cara mia.” He traces the long crease on Zoya’s palm with a deliberate slowness, glancing up at her pretty face with those amber eyes of his. Restraint, he reminds himself. He wants her to come to him. “Alas, I’m afraid I must disagree with our dear Madame Zereena, however. Life is in the blood. The veins.” His thumb smooths over her skin, charting a path to the lace hem of her delicate sleeve in order to push it up enough that he can graze his nail over the first visible branch of purplish blue on her slight little wrist. Her pulse is thrumming in his ear like a waltz when all he wants is to quicken it to something more like the Tarantella of his youth. “You have such vitality,” he praises genuinely. “You must have such lively dreams, no?”

aaron shut the door of his van and he picked up the crate that had his tools. spending spring break picking up a gardening job was not something he was looking forward to whatsoever but he knew he had to make some money somehow. especially with all the plans he’d made for the summer. he just had to make enough money so he could travel to australia, and spend a couple months travelling around and touching down at the best surfing spots. man, he really wasn’t looking forward to this and the fact that the sun was blazing that particular morning didn’t make it any easier. with a small sigh he glanced at his watch and put his crate down, heading over to the door where he rang the doorbell.

“You taste so fucking good, Baby Girl.” He groaned his praise against her pink netherlips, nose bumping and prodding her clit now that his tongue was preoccupied with fucking her tight hole.

"so tonight's the night, huh? all ready to try being a two-hole slut for your new daddy?" ryker smirks as he finishes pressing the tape over evie's pussy with a sharp one-two pair of pats, covering up the pink he'd been fucking every day before this one. ryker hasn't gotten where he is by making bad deals, but he'd still consider this one of his best. his longtime rival gets to keep a small slice of territory, gets to stay alive, and in return ryker gets a hefty slice of profits—and the man's youngest daughter slobbering all over ryker's balls whenever he wants. every time he shoves his cock into this girl feels like victory. evie is a borderline sex slave kept as his prized pet, and the best part is, it's been almost easy to get her eager to please him, to exchange any family loyalty once felt for a yearning for his own approval. her real father had given her up, after all. ryker hums as he cups the young blonde’s face, looking down on her like he's judging a piece of meat at the market, then starts working two thick fingers into her mouth, sliding down in over her wet tongue to test her gag reflex. "been training that throat for me like a good girl?"

maxine is on the verge of tears as silas drives her back to what she assumes is her parents home. she knows she’s in serious trouble, and she knows what the likely consequences will be of her parents finding out not only that she has a boyfriend, but also a fake id and she was caught letting him practically feel her up in a convivence store while pressuring her to buy beer for a party she knew she wasn’t allowed to attend. her parents are likely to pull all their money and cut off funding her college education if they hear about any of that, and maxine knows it. “please don’t tell my parents what you saw, i-i wasn’t going to buy the beer, and...and i didn’t even want to get that stupid fake id but my boyfriend kept pressuring me to get one. her phone pings in her lap, yet another notification from her so called friends pretending to worry if she’s okay or not after they and her boyfriend all but ditched when silas made his presence known. it’s yet another thing that has the blonde on the verge. how could they just leave her like that? she sniffles, fingers fiddling with the hem of her dress that’s just a touch too short and certainly not something she typically wears. again it’s something her boyfriend wanted her in, and now she regrets it every time silas so much as glances her way. “i’ll do anything, just please don’t take me back home like this and don’t tell them what you saw tonight, please!?” she begs, voice breaking just slightly the more desperate she becomes.