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Voileting The Oath

Voileting The Oath

Author: moseswrites3
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Chapter 1 Empty Little Heiress

Word Count: 1083    |    Released on: 26/06/2026

Kane

ngers already buried

ai

d aching as I slowly pumped two fingers in and out of my soaked cunt, chasing that high I could never quite reach. The dream

elf as I rubbed my swollen clit with my thumb. My hips bucked ag

ll over my expensive shee

s - fingering myself before I even opened my eyes prope

rs as waves of pleasure crashed through me. But the moment it faded, the familiar vo

e ceiling of my penthouse bedroom. Crystal chandelier. Floor-to-ceil

.. I fel

, a vivid memory from just two ni

-

k - Two Ni

ough the floor-to-ceiling windows. I was on all fours on the massive

ke a machine, his thick cock stretching m

ng back against him. "Fuck

headboard banged against the wall. The wet, filthy soun

he growled, slapping my ass hard. "T

clit as he railed me. I didn't love him. I barely even lik

up!" I begged,

ith a grunt, flooding my pussy with hot cum. The feeling pushed me over

shook with pleasure,

ther emp

of Fla

r showed the truth I hated facing. A beautiful 21-year-old woman stared back at me - long dark wavy hair, fl

water beat against my skin as I tried

messages reminding me about the family brunch. Another performance. An

at hugged my curves, innocent enough for family but slutty en

ning room of our mansion, th

ile barking orders at someone on the other end. My mother, Elena, smiled elegantly beside him, b

e said sweetly, the li

equally fake. "

his tailored shirt. He leaned over to kiss my cheek, but his

the bathroom or the car. Maybe both,

, I felt nothing. Just t

ming galas, board meetings. I nodded at the right mome

I was sc

or closed, I hiked my dress up, spread my legs on the

en bother w

l thrust, moaning loudly as I fucked myself hard a

I gasped, my free hand pi

shaking, but s

was m

side. Filthy and b

, my father summon

k up from his lapt

e said coldly. "The club. The photos. I

arms. "It w

ice. "You're starting therapy tomorrow. Dr. Elias Voss. On

er

ost l

rying to fix what

er's tone told me there

aid, turnin

, my mind was a

w do

ted. Supposed

alle

s, I felt a real spark of

Elias Voss woul

could br

he would fin

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