I caught a taxi to the prestigious boutique, bustling with flawlessly beautiful sales staff. They offered impeccable recommendations, their delicate ivory hands gently touching me as they wore shy smiles, emanating a lovely scent. It contrasted sharply with the experience of shopping at a traditional market, where the sellers, often rude and overweight, would nonchalantly pick their noses while chanting, “pick, pick, all cheap.”I was acutely aware of Violet's looming despair. Born into a life of luxury, she had developed an insatiable appetite for the trappings of wealth. Once ensnared in such a lifestyle, the mere thought of a lesser existence was unfathomable to her. In her world, the judgment of peers was relentless, and falling from grace was akin to a social death sentence.Despite her unyielding desires, her sole venture into the world of business – a furniture store – was teetering on the brink of bankruptcy. She clung to the remnants of her former life, desperate to reclaim h

Clad in what was, for me, the height of luxury, Rachel and I approached the three-story house near my school, a prize won from the gambling den. Under the famous architect meticulous guidance and expensive renovation, it had transformed into an impressive office space, now brimming with the hum of air conditioners.The front boasted a glass door etched with the bold letters "Eden Cellular Division" – a touch of sophistication that was quite lavish in my eyes. "They are on the second floor, in the meeting room," Rachel informed me, her voice echoing slightly in the spacious foyer.As I passed the office space, my perspective shifted. The office, with its array of high-speed computers and seamless internet connectivity, exuded an aura of elite professionalism. It was a place where ambition and talent wouldn't just thrive, but flourish.Entering the meeting room, I equipped my newfound title, 'Casanova', upon me. Four beautiful women in office clothes stood in respect as I entered, each

Our legendary battle raged on, each movement charged with an electric tension and powerful strength. As I was kissing her sweet lips and traced her body's contours, my fingers gently caressing her sensitive points, a dance of intimacy unfolded. My right hand, skilled in the art of massage, glided over her wet lady part, putting all kind of fingers movement I knew. Cycle, pushing, pulling, entering, fingering, I did all!Suddenly, her body began to elicit rhythmic tension and relaxation in her muscles, silently proving my expertise. She even moaned in pleasure.“You are already losing,” I whispered, my breath a warm caress against her ear.“Not yet!” Her response was a mix of desperation and defiance, a moan escaping her lips again as I pushed my finger, betraying her resolve.“Then, don’t regret it later,” I moved to the next phase of our duel, forcefully sliding down her pants, revealing the smooth, unblemished skin of her lady parts. Her skin, flushed from the heat of our encounter,

Before the man's hand could strike Maria's face, Nicole burst onto the scene, her presence like a tempest. With the grace of a panther, she appeared behind the man and launched a legendary high kick, her leg swinging with precision and strength, targeting the assailant's groin.Her leg connected with a sickening thud, It landed perfectly on the man's lower region, causing him to double over in excruciating pain, sending the man crumpling to the ground, his face twisted in agony.Nicole stood defiantly, her eyes blazing with fierce intensity as she looked at the other four college boys who rushed towards her. "What? You want to assault me, a woman, with four of you cowards?" she spat, her voice dripping with contempt. "Where's your shame? Your friend tried to slap a girl. What does that make you?"The four assailants glanced nervously at the gathering crowd, their eyes flickering with uncertainty and fear of judgement.Seizing the moment, Nicole swiftly grabbed Maria, beckoning Celeste

Nicole's face twisted into a mischievously sly grin. “Oh my dear Kevin, our father called. Don’t you want to take the call?” Her tone dripped with feigned innocence, her eyes glinting with unspoken amusement. Celeste and Gisella were laughing hard.Kevin, his body trembling with fear and anger, hastily grabbed the phone and scurried away from the table finding a corner to picked up the phone. As we all watched him intently, we could see his every bow to the phone, his eyes darting towards me in palpable fear mixed with anger. His expression was a portrait of pain, hard to watch yet impossible to ignore.After a few tension-filled minutes, Kevin returned to our table, trying to mask his fear with the same arrogance he always paraded. “Driver, call your friends to continue the contract with Total Construction. Nothing happened here, right?” he declared, trying to regain control.I was at a loss for words. Sabrina and the other girl seemed torn between laughter and shock at his arrogance