pte

in's

ong tiring day at school was looking up to find Jasmine watching m

e and the next she was, her

e that I had caught her watching and decided

her big green eyes wide and curious, and her rosy lips slightly

arrassed when she was probably gett

sible. It seemed as though she had forgotten that I didn't want her and h

mother to think they had won. I wanted my father to truly believe that his war

suddenly thought she could barge

moved into the mansion with her mother and had gotten a room next to mine.

ng alarm that I was going to be late for school, he

out of place in my room l

pretending. I was

side school, I stared in shock later at lunch when I entered the cafeteria to not on

y ta

the table, slamming my palm with a grow

had been bombarding her with questions about being the daughter of Russo, sud

had not expected anyth

on the table and they all avoided my stare,

did had done a

r, I bent dow

you prefer that we had

ead, she followed me

pped when she kept staring at me without saying a sin

I swear. I just wanted to invite you fo

ing this pretend

my room to invit

ng step forward, enjoying how she t

hat I was busy, why

t I was right. She had indeed been watching us. Jas

this?" She whispered, her face turning red and

pervert, you are also entertaining fans already? Using the Morales name to gain friends

rself from my grip and as she opened her mouth

me go" She

ot in school and not in my father's house either." I spat and when I released

would be the best way to deal wi

miscIhievously as I climbed up the fl

s she pleased, I was going to do the same and I would

dinner yet again–I needed her to give me a break and give up already. I st

room and headed straight to her bed to drop her present, grinning from ea

was about to leave when I

ne wa

and my mouth fell open in shock as I watched her h

fu

h those decent clothes that she wore. To my amaze

tits and I fought the urge to bring

groaned and pulled off my c

bbed my hands around the soap bar but it didn't stop my mind f

ondering how her tits wo

to take shape even though just the tho

, kneeling in front of me, her breasts nearly spilling from a tiny top like the ones bitches at

I whispered as I gave

widened at the sheer size of it and imagined her not runni

y cock faster and groaned as I imagi

oaned as I imagined her, taking more of my cock. My thoughts threatened to spl

er mouth and it felt so good. So good that when I visualized hitting the back of her throat, I

ine. I saw her for what she was and she was just l

ge. I didn't want anything more than to

r revenge took a new turn. I would make her life

y milkin

what she and her mother had done to ens