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The neon lights flickered overhead as soft sensual music played in the background. Two skilled dancers, Amber and Carla, showcased their pole dance talents, moving sensuously to the music. As their silhouettes moved lusciously to the beat, men tossed cash onto the stage, appreciating the mesmerizing performance. The two girls then turned to each other and kissed themselves passionately, using their hands to explore each part of their body. “Suck them large titties!” One of the men screamed from the crowd as he tossed large bundles of cash at them. When Carla heard this, she smiled and teased the men by playfully taking off Amber’s bra. Amber wasn’t a fan of Carla’s move, “Don’t do it,” Amber gritted.“Don’t be a fucking pussy and let me do my thing.” Carla gritted then turned to the men and wore a fake smile. Amber struggled in a somewhat discreet manner but Carla was undeterred. She figured if Amber won’t budge, why not rip out Amber’s whole bra and that’s exactly what she did. Am
Lizzie was in bed with Mr. Hill, they were having intense sex. They had been fucking for over an hour when he finally came. Mr. Hill rolled off of her and she got up and went to the bathroom. She took a shower to wash his cum out of her hair and off her body. When she was done she put on little makeup and then walked back into the bedroom where Mr. Hill was, still laying naked on the bed. She stood there and looked at him for a few seconds, “No work today?” She asked him. She looked at his big red cock, still wet with her cum and her pussy twitched.“Fuck work, I wanna fuck you one more time.” Mr. Hill said with a knowing smirk. “I told you I had an appointment with my doctors. If I’m late it might get shifted to next week.” Lizzie said.Mr. Hill sat upright and curiously, he asked, “Doctors for what?”Lizzie hesitated for a moment before speaking, “I wanna get my IUD removed.” Mr. Hill’s curiousity piqued, “Why would you wanna do that?”Lizzie took a deep breath, “Well, I’ve been t
Papaya’s Strip Club“Oh god yes! My pussy needs your cock! Please fuck me!" As he continued to hold Carla up in the air he told her, "First tell me how much of a bbc slut you are." “I'm a huge bbc slut! I love your big black cock! I want it so bad!" She responded. "Good girl. Now put me back inside you." She grabbed his hard dick and guided it back into her pussy."Now watch my dick fuck your pussy as bounce you up and down on my dick." He started pulling her up and down on his cock. She could feel his cock stretching her wet pussy. She moaned loudly as she watched his cock sliding in and out of her pussy in the mirror s reflection.He was also looking into the mirror and loved watching her large breasts bounce in the reflection.Suddenly, he placed his hands over Carla’s mouth, disabling her from speaking nor screaming. She began to panic and sound like she had a full mouth when she tried screaming. He placed a gun directly where her heart was and cocked the gun. Carla’s heart bega
In the sleek, high-rise conference room overlooking the city, Mr. Hill sat at the head of the polished mahogany table, flanked by his trusted advisor, Jonathan, and the eloquent executive, Delacy amongst other employees. The atmosphere was tense as they prepared to discuss the aftermath of Mike's dismissal."Thank you all for being here. As you know, Mike's departure leaves a void, and we need to address the restructuring of key positions in the company," Mr. Hill began, his steely gaze meeting each person in the room.Jonathan, itching for a promotion, seized the opportunity. "I believe my experience and dedication make me a suitable candidate for the COO position, sir."Delacy, cool and composed, countered, "While Jonathan is undoubtedly talented, perhaps we should take a moment to assess our current needs before rushing into such a critical decision."The conversation shifted as they delved into the company's operations, finances, and responsibilities that came with the COO role."
Mr. Hill waited the whole night for Lizzie’s arrival but she didn’t show up. What he had thought to be Lizzie was only his daughter sneaking in a questionable manner. “Where are you coming from?” He asked his daughter sternly, then he sipped wine from his cocktail cup.Alexis looked like she was high on drugs and drunk from too much partying. When she noticed she was caught by her father, she began to compose herself, adjust her dress and then clear her throat before speaking. “I know what you’re about to say.” “No you don’t. You haven’t even the slightest idea what I’m about to say.” Mr. Hill’s tone went up a bit as he talked to his daughter. Something that rarely ever happens. “Now, where are you coming from?” He asked again.Alexis hesitated for a moment, glancing around nervously. "Dad, it's not what you think. I was just with some friends at Sarah's house. We were watching movies and lost track of time." She lied to her father.Mr. Hill arched an eyebrow, skepticism evident in
Lizzie stood there, absorbing Mr. Hill's unexpected confession. Her heart raced, torn between the warm feeling of his love and the cold reality of his flaws. "Mr. Hill," she began cautiously.Mr. Hill, usually composed, looked vulnerable as he anxiously awaited Lizzie's response. "Lizzie," he said, "I've never felt like this before. I need you by my side."Lizzie was too stunned to speak then Mr. Hill's possessive nature surfaced. "Lizzie, you're mine. I won't share you with anyone," he declared. He grabbed her arms and looked at her dead in the eyes, searching for a reaction but she kept mute. They were both naked while all this was happening, “I wanna put on some clothes, it’s getting cold.” Lizzie said softly. She wanted to excuse herself but Mr. Hill called her back gently, “Lizzie, stay.” He gazed upon her, his eyes innocent as a child’s laughter. “Please,” he added politely.Lizzie nodded and shortly, they found themselves in each others arms. Mr. Hill for the first time ever l
As Mr. Hill, Alexis, and Lizzie entered the police station, tension hung in the air. Alexis nervously fidgeted, her bruised neck hidden by her soft hair. The police officer, Detective Rodriguez, motioned them to sit, ready to take their statement. Just as Rodriguez began questioning Alexis, the door creaked open. In walked Delacy and Mike. The room's atmosphere shifted instantly. Alexis and Lizzie's hearts raced as if synchronized. Mr. Hill's stoic expression wavered upon seeing Mike. Their eyes locked for a moment, "Mike," Mr. Hill uttered with a mix of surprise and disapproval in his tone. Mike's gaze shifted between Mr. Hill and Alexis, guilt etched on his face. "Mr. Hill, Alexis, Lizzie," he stammered, acknowledging each with a nod. Lizzie couldn't conceal the unease on her face as she glanced at Mike. Alexis too felt a surge of tension. Detective Rodriguez, sensing the awkward tension, tried to refocus on the matter at hand. "Let's get back to the incident at the party. Al
Carla exited Papayas strip club that night aggravated and a mess as well. The echoes of music and laughter fading behind her as walked. She pulled her jacket tighter around herself, aware of the late hour and the lonely streets. As she walked alone, heading towards her car she felt she was being followed. Suddenly, Markle emerged out of nowhere startling her. His hands were clamped over her mouth muffling any attempt of speech.Markle leaned in, his voice a low whisper against her ear, "You failed the part of your deal. You haven't given me Lizzie." Carla, panicked, tapped her lap, signaling that she had crucial information.Silently, Markle guided her to his car, ensuring they were unnoticed. Once inside, he closed the doors. Carla hesitated before speaking, “It’s a nearly impossible mission.” she admitted. “Mr. Hill loves the fucker.”Markle countered with a glimmer of hope, "There's always a loophole." He shared insider information, "Mr. Hill's 15th-anniversary celebration for his