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A Billionaire After Divorce WINE?
In a dimly lit private room, in an inconspicuous prominent hotel, downtown East Veridora, a fair handsome young man sits on a wide couch, accompanied by two young brunettes. These brunette ladies are completely naked from head to toe, as is he.One of the brunette ladies stands on her toes on the couch, her legs spread apart on both sides of the young man and her bare pussy in front of him. "So pretty," the young man drawls as he latches on her chocolate pussy, sucking on her clit at some point and dipping his tongue inside her hole at another while also fondling her big plump boobs. All these he does with reckless abandon as if his life depends on them."Mmm, yes, daddy, yes," the brunette shuts her eyes and moans loudly, her knees shaking and her back arched. Beneath the man, the second brunette is on all fours, her hands and mouth sensuously pleasuring his large white cock as if it is her lost but found lollipop, her saliva dripping down the floor.Knock... Knock...At this mome
A Billionaire After Divorce SHAKING WITH LUST
"No no no, Mr. Moore, that's not it" Isabella shakes her head. "Don't you want to talk? It's simple, I'll be slowly taking a sip while I listen to you. You know, a glass of wine can make a conversation much more enjoyable.""That's true," Richard nods. "Alright then. At least, you should know that if it were drugged or poisoned, I wouldn't be drinking from it." As if to prove his point, he refills his glass and takes another sip. "You see?" He shrugs his shoulders."So as you were saying, Mr. Moore?" Acknowledging his gesture with a light smile, Isabella quickly changes the topic."That's true," Richard relaxes into his couch. "You see, Miss Isabella," he begins, "your company is on the brink of collapse, and it needs a partner like mine to help it rise, even if just a bit. I am willing to collaborate with your company and give it the boost it deserves. But the question now is, do you want that, Miss Isabella?"Isabella's eyes sparkle as she eagerly responds, "Of course, I want it, Mr
A Billionaire After Divorce TURN AROUND
"No, don't come any closer, don't come any closer!" Isabella shrieks as a sense of horror, overwhelms her and not knowing what else to do, begins kicking him."Hmm, those legs shouldn't be kicking me, but spreading apart for me," Richard drawls lustfully and roughly clamps down on her legs, spreading them so far apart that the lower part of her gown rips in the process, revealing her pink panties."Mmm, I've never seen anything hotter," he licks his lips, his dick throbbing and pleading for release in his brief. "You see, Miss Isabella," as he climbs atop her and wedges himself between her legs, he says,"I never planned for things to come to this. To be honest, you could have left here unscathed if you had accepted my proposal, but you chose to remain stubborn. Well," he grins wildly. "I love them stubborn.""Please don't do this," Isabella implores, tears streaming down her face. "You have a lot of girls who would gladly let you have them. Do not subject me to this. Please.""We hav
A Billionaire After Divorce JORDAN!
Jordan shrugs and turns around."Better don't try to peep," Isabella warns with an eye-roll as she spreads her legs, revealing her pink panties. She gazes at it for a while before gently opening it and carefully looking at her pussy, dipping her finger inside and pushing it into her hole."He really didn't touch me," after the brief self-examination, she sniffles back her tears and wipes them off. "Where is Mr. Moore?" She abruptly asks.Jordan nonchalantly points towards the figure hanging upside down from the ceiling."What?" Isabella is so shocked that she jumps up from the couch, her jaw dropped. "Do you know who he is? How can you beat him up this badly? Do you always have to be so rash?" She yells agitatedly."He was about to rape you, how could I have beaten him?" Jordan narrows his brow. "I had even shown him mercy! Naturally, he should have had his dick and hands cut off.""Ah!" Isabella shrieks, shooting him glare. "Untie him right now and bring him down!" She orders. "You
A Billionaire After Divorce A RAG
After an hour of driving, cutting through so many streets with fine roads to those marred by potholes, Brian finally drives into Majestic Dining Co and neatly packs his car in the parking lot."Why are we back here?" Looking at this familiar building, Isabella frowns and asks. "I was kidnapped here," she explains.She had hoped to avoid any reminders of her ordeal when she left with Brian. But now, he had to bring her all the way to where it all began. She is filled with missed emotions. "I know, Miss Isabella, and to be honest, I didn't mean to bring you back here. It's just that your mum and brother happen to be here. We were planning to have breakfast here when we stumbled into your secretary, who revealed that you had been kidnapped. "I'm sorry if this place brings back memories. To make it up to you, that's if you wish, I could go and call your mom and brother, and we can head to another restaurant. What do you think?""I wouldn't want to stress you, Brian, but if you could do
A Billionaire After Divorce IN THE RESTAURANT
Isabella sighs helplessly at Avery's drama. But doesn't say anything, causing the car to plunge into a heavy silence.However, the silence doesn't last long as Gerald abruptly clears his throat and looks at Isabella through the rearview, asking, "Sis, hope you managed to get that punk to apologize to Mr. Moore.""Oh, dear, I completely forgot something so crucial," Avery gasps, looking alarmed. "That's right, Isabella, did you get him to apologize?"Isabella frowns as she replies, "I couldn't get him to do that. No matter how hard I tried, he adamantly refused. He's incredibly stubborn, and it's maddening.""What?" Avery breaks into a cold sweat. "That jerk," she curses. "What do we do now? We won't stand a chance against Mr. Moore if he comes after us."In an ordinary-looking restaurant, Jordan and Natasha are seated at a table filled with assorted food and wine. Natasha has a smile on her face as she chats with Jordan. Her bandages have been removed, and aside from a few scratches,
A Billionaire After Divorce TOSSING HIS FOOD
"Has Isabella already found a table?" As Avery sees Isabella walking in a certain direction, she murmurs."I don't think Miss Isabella has found a table; it seems she's heading toward someone," Brian remarks, having noticed Isabella's abrupt halt when she spotted Jordan."Someone? Who could it be?" Avery raises an eyebrow as she scans the restaurant, looking for who it is that could get her daughter briskly striding toward them."So it's him!" The next second, her expression darkens. Turns out it is that scoundrel! She forgets about the table she was looking for and hurries after Isabella. She needs to give that brat a piece of her mind. Before Isabella can reach Jordan, Avery is already there. It's as if her legs suddenly turned to wings as she had appeared in front of him with astonishing speed."Some people are incredibly audacious. After putting us in harm's way, they have the nerve to come here to dine and make merry," she chastises.Jordan had been expecting this confrontation.
A Billionaire After Divorce YOU ARE SHAMELESS!
"What?""Huh?""She tossed his food to the floor?""That woman is really something! She gets on my nerves!" After a row of sharp gasps, the diners begin babbling, the majority staring at Avery in disgust. If eyes were pistols, she might be dead already.First, she arrived here and made a scene of how the restaurant was too low for her liking and now she suddenly walked up to a young man who was having a nice date with his girl and ruined everything, even going as far as tossing his food to the floor. It's as if she's testing his patience, provoking him to see how he'll react."Jordan, please you can have mine," before Jordan can even react, Natasha whispers and pushes her plate to him. Though there are different delicacies on the table, there are only two plates for each delicacy. Just to curb Jordan's anger as she knows how he can be when angry, she had to sacrifice hers."And who are you to interfere?" Avery, choosing to notice Natasha now, asks coldly."And who are you to question
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