The hot make out

"What? How dare he do such a thing? He made my best friend cry. I'm definitely going to teach him a lesson," Flower replied dramatically.

"It isn't his fault though. He doesn't know I have a crush on him, and besides, who would love someone as poor as me?" Marissa remarked sadly.

"Don't think like that. Everyone deserves to be loved, regardless of their background. But don't force love. If he is meant for you, then you both will be together. And if he isn't, your Mr. Right will definitely come. So cheer up and stop crying like a baby. You know I don't like seeing you in tears, right? So wipe those tears away. I hate it," Flower said gently.

Marissa quickly wiped her tears, a bright smile on her face.

"Thanks, Flower. You're more than a friend to me. You were able to cheer me up despite my mood. You are right; I shouldn't force love. If he is meant for me, he will come around. And if he isn't, then my Mr. Right will surely come. I love you so much, Flow," she hugged Flower tightly.

"I love you too," Flower answered, hugging Marissa tightly.

…

Hamilton's International

Charles sat in his office, signing a document while his new secretary, Maurice, stood before him.

"Today, you have a business meeting with potential investors coming all the way from France at 10, followed by a conference at 12. Then you have an-"

Maurice stopped talking when she noticed Charles adjusting a tendril of hair that fell backward.

She smiled, appreciating his attractive features.

"He's so handsome and charming," she thought dreamily, lost in her own fantasy.

"Last time I checked, I didn't give you permission to stop talking," Charles said, his words snapping Maurice back to reality. Her eyes widened in surprise.

"Oh, I apologize. So, you have a conference at 12, but first, you need to sign the meta deal," Maurice informed him.

"Yes, please bring it," Charles requested.

She nodded and handed him a document. Charles studied the papers intently before finally signing them.

"You can leave. Call me when the potential investors arrive."

"Yes, sir," she replied with a respectful bow, biting her lip nervously.

"He's quite attractive," she thought to herself as she left the room. However, the sight of him had unexpectedly aroused her. She hurriedly entered the nearby restroom, lifted her dress, and began pleasuring herself.

"Oops."

"Oh my gosh."

"I want him."

"This feels so good."

She continued to pleasure herself until she reached climax, her hands glistening. She smirked, licking her fingers clean.

"I swear I'm going to seduce you, Charles."

…

Meanwhile, in Charles' office, he got up from his chair and walked towards a table. He opened a drawer and pulled out a picture of a girl.

He stared at the photo for a while, caressing it tenderly.

"I miss you, Nat," he remarked emotionally, tears welling up in his eyes.

"But I have to let go. You're my past," he muttered, retrieving a lighter from his pocket and setting the picture ablaze.

He watched as the photo burned to ashes, then he stamped the ashes on the floor with his shoe.

"Love is foolish. This is the real me, and nobody can change that," he muttered coldly.

….

LOUIS VILLA

Louis was in his room receiving a blow job from a bitch.

She wrapped her palms on his dick first, warming it up as she ran it up and down the longness.

"Ohh" Louis groaned, and she smiled before licking the shaft with her tongue, then she enveloped it all in her wide mouth at once, gagging on it immediately.

"Shit!" Louis cursed, grabbing a fistful of her hair as she began her ministrations on his rod, riding and sliding it in and out of her slippery mouth while her palms rubbed the base.

Louis nerves set themselves on fire, and his blood reached extreme parts of his body, he went crazy.

This bitch is surely a professional.

"Mmm!" She moaned on it as she shoved it into her mouth again, and Louis pushed her head in this time, trying to make sure the meat reaches her deepest throat, but she couldn't contain it all at once, so he kept pushing, and every nerve on her sweaty skin started bulging.

"Come on take it slut!" He groaned, pushing harder

She rested her palms on his thighs, and her nails digged directly into his skin as she forced his dick into her throat, and tears ran out of her red eyes.

"Yeah.... Fuck" Louis threw back his head, lighting a cigarette before putting it into his mouth as he enjoyed hers on him.

The bitch removed his dick and spat on the tip, then she caressed it hard, getting it thicker before taking it back into her mouth.

She began sucking hard again, calling out the veins on his dick.

She deep-throated it one more time, and she left it hanging in her throat, allowing him to feel the immense pleasure.

"Bitch!" He spat, as he began getting harder in her mouth.

The bitch felt him growing, and she started playing with his balls as she held it tight like a scapegoat.

She licked the tiny hole on it with her tongue, then it came...his hot shot of cum.

She bathed her own face with the liquid, and she sucked away the tip droplets before started to lick the one on her face with her fingers.

Louis suddenly stood and pushed her to the wall.

A smile of excitement filled up her face as he pulled down the shorts she's wearing.

He bent her over, having her @ss to himself, then he ran his fingers on her wet cnt first.

"Sir... please" she moaned loudly, and he picked the glass of rum.

He poured it all on her @ss, and some penetrated into her p*ssy as he parted her @ss and slid into her, taking her through the back.

Her labia welcomed him immediately, and he began the mad screwing .

"Ohhhh! Yes sir!"