Den Of Desires

om, who is supposed to be in the hos

?" I ask, closing

I promise," my mom

t? Mom, stop scaring

d that

dical-wait... My mom's no

rgery before the end of this month, I

by. Just hand

or? What could be so importan

ney, Nina. You got i

s catch in my throat as Stel

verything will be over," Stella

in the kitchen," M

ask, even though I can clearly see

ng, "your mom is in debt-fr

it back, so I planned this w

suddenly gets a terminal disease and then, the next week, our coffee gets switched?... Lik

dies," Stella says, pressing the knife to

and ache should make me hate her

p. Stella releases Mom, ordering her to ch

they leave. Where did everything go wrong

ack of dollar bills. Mom must have hidden them

roll down my face, realizing I am

way. I keep repeating it in my

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k lingerie, but this time, I

p, he won't tell me to rem

y. "You'll be serving drinks today, but in anot

here were secti

The setting on this side of the club

a bed and chair. Male Doms and male subs fill the

the fingers are wet, he pulls them out and pushes them into the sub's ass, making hi

over as the Dom slams into him, fast and

e air. My body reacts before I can sto

f men waiting to dominate

laces a pink dr

private room wit

te room, almost d

the glass-room no different from the others. A couch sits i

ut I sit on the couch and w

te loses his cool. He pins the sub against

holding him in place. The sub moans, grindin

cock, reducing him to

ub is turning me on.

sub to the bed, sp

y legs s

over the tip o

panties aside, tearing my hose t

y cheeks flush as I arch, my fingers gathering

touching me instead. Moaning softl

Dante to touch m

lace of my lingerie, the fr

t fingers. I pinch it, and

me or who walks through that blac

trail my fingers deeper inside, addi

searching for that sweet spot. I cover my

ing up, desperate for more friction

y voice trembles,