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Love at First Night

Just when you think you loved the wrong person, you meet the right one who reminds you what love truly is. And just like that, the fairytale begins. ———————- Lily's life was apparently perfect, she had a good work that kept her occupied for the majority of her time and a husband she deeply and devotedly loved. The women in the city enviously hated her for having the perfect life they all dreamed about. Until the workaholic girl's perfect life image falls apart when her husband leaves her at the altar and confesses he cheated on her, in front of everyone. After that day, her life doesn't appear so perfect to the women in the city that now laughed behind her back. The poor Lily never felt more pathetic in her life and she wished the ground would swallow her down for the embarrassment she felt in the second he declared he had seconds thoughts. The same day, three hours and about four drinks later, Lily was enough dizzy to finally rebel against her (almost) husband's despicable gesture. She wanted to prove to all the people who called her perfect and who said she would never do something aberrant and crazy by having one night of passion with a mysterious man at the club. Little did she knew that the man was none other than the richest man in the city. Cover was commissioned! Do not use! Join the server for free coins -> Discord server: https://discord.gg/FpMxgdeAf7

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Your touch feels better

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I felt a pleasuring chill run through my spine followed by excitement as I saw him walk inside with a vibrator in his hand.

I laid my head down looking up to him in pure devotion, I was ready to have him do anything he wanted to me.

Just like the submissive devoted girlfriend I was, I had to give him my whole self.

"What is that sweet naughty face?" He asked as his glance fell on my wet intimacy, his gaze felt so heavy on me that I unconsciously spread my legs open.

My hand went to feel myself and he smirked, "let your hand right there." He said. I needed way more than a push to incentive me to touch myself in front of him.

So I disobeyed his command and brought my hand back to the sofa and arched my back instead as a demand to make him do that instead.

When his facial expression morphed into a disappointed one I explained to him the reason beyond my bad behavior, "your touch feels better than mine."