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Debbie climbed onto the bed, positioning herself over his face. The anticipation was electric as she slowly lowered herself, her thighs brushing against his cheeks. Jacob’s hands gripped her hips, guiding her down onto his mouth. He wasted no time, his tongue immediately finding her clit, licking and sucking with fervor.

“Oh, fuck, Jacob,” Debbie moaned, her hands tangling in his hair as she rocked her hips against his face. “That feels so good.”

Jacob’s tongue darted in and out of her, savoring her taste. He moved his mouth hungrily, his lips and tongue exploring every inch of her. “You taste so fucking good,” he mumbled against her, his voice muffled but filled with raw desire.

Debbie gasped, her body trembling as waves of pleasure coursed through her. “Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop,” she urged, grinding harder against his mouth.

Jacob’s grip on her hips tightened as he doubled his efforts, his tongue flicking rapidly over her clit. He moved a hand up, slipping a finger inside her, curling it just right to hit her sweet spot. “You like that, don’t you?” he growled between licks. “You like how I make you feel?”

“Yes, oh God, yes!” Debbie cried out, her movements becoming more frantic. She was lost in the sensation, her body responding to his every touch. “Make me come, Jacob. I need it.”

Jacob’s finger pumped in and out of her, his tongue relentless on her clit. He could feel her getting closer, her body tensing, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. “Come for me, babe. I want to taste you,” he demanded, his voice rough with urgency.

Debbie’s climax hit her hard, her cries of pleasure filling the room. She rode his face through her orgasm, her body shuddering as she came. Jacob didn’t let up, his mouth and finger working her through every wave of ecstasy.

As she finally came down, her breaths heavy and ragged, Debbie collapsed beside him on the bed. Jacob wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, a satisfied grin on his face. “You’re incredible,” he said, his voice still thick with desire.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Debbie looked at him, her eyes dark with lust. “Now it’s your turn,” she said, pushing him back onto the bed. She straddled him, her hands moving to undress him fully, her fingers grazing his skin as she removed his clothes.

She wrapped her hand around his hard length, giving it a few slow, teasing strokes. “You ready for this?” she asked, her voice a mix of seduction and challenge.

“Fuck yes,” Jacob groaned, his body aching for her touch.

Debbie positioned herself over him, slowly lowering herself onto his cock, taking him in inch by inch. Both of them gasped as he filled her, the sensation intense and overwhelming. She started to move, setting a steady rhythm, her hands braced on his chest.

“God, you feel amazing,” Jacob said, his hands gripping her waist, guiding her movements. “You’re so fucking tight.”

Debbie increased her pace, her hips rolling fluidly, taking him deeper with each thrust. “You like that?” she asked breathlessly. “You like how I ride you?”

“Fuck yes, Debbie. Don’t stop,” he moaned, his head falling back in sheer pleasure.

Debbie leaned forward, her hands moving to his shoulders for leverage, her breasts brushing against his chest. She rode him harder, her movements becoming more frantic as she chased her own release again. “Come with me, Jacob,” she urged, her voice a breathy command. “I want to feel you come inside me.”

Jacob’s grip on her tightened, his own release building rapidly. “I’m close, babe. So fucking close,” he said, his voice strained.

Debbie’s movements became almost desperate, her own pleasure peaking once more. “Come for me, Jacob. Fill me up,” she cried out, her own orgasm hitting her hard.

Jacob’s release followed, his body tensing as he came hard, filling her with his warmth. They moved together, riding out their climaxes, their bodies in perfect sync.

As they finally stilled, their breaths heavy and their bodies spent, Debbie collapsed onto Jacob’s chest, both of them basking in the afterglow of their intense coupling.

“That was fucking incredible,” Jacob said, his voice filled with awe and satisfaction.

Debbie smiled, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his skin. “Yeah, it was,” she agreed, feeling a deep sense of connection and satisfaction.

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Reina’s POV

I woke up as early as possible, determined to find Evelyn. Antonio’s men and I had been searching for days, but there was one place we hadn’t looked into-the outskirts of the city. The thought of that place came to mind as soon as I woke up, and I was ready to search there today.

“That silly thing might be hiding there,” I muttered, stretching as I stood up from the bed.

I walked into the bathroom, grabbing my toothbrush and smearing a generous amount of minty toothpaste on it. I brushed my teeth thoroughly, feeling the fresh burst of mint awaken my senses. After rinsing my mouth, I stepped into the shower, letting the warm water cascade over me. I lathered up a floral-scented body wash, scrubbing away the tension of the previous days. The steam enveloped me, and for a moment, I allowed myself to relax.

Once I was done, I wrapped myself in a soft towel and headed to my closet. There were lots of girly outfits there and I wondered why Antonio had it in his house, ’cause I was sure it wasn’t for me. “Maybe, it’s here because of Evelyn, too bad and too good i’m taking back what was rightfully mine” I picked out a pair of tight, black leather pants that clung to my curves, accentuating my legs. I paired them with a cropped, red satin top that exposed a sliver of my midriff. The deep neckline of the top showed off just enough cleavage to be provocative. I slipped into a pair of black ankle boots with stiletto heels, adding an extra edge to my look.

Satisfied with my outfit, I applied a bit of makeup-smokey eyeshadow, winged eyeliner, and a bold red lipstick. I ran a brush through my hair, leaving it to fall in loose waves around my shoulders. Ready to face the day, I grabbed my phone and headed out, determined to find Evelyn and bring her back.

I walked straight to Antonio’s room, hoping he’d be there. Luckily for me, the door was ajar. Before entering, I took a moment to adjust my clothes, ensuring the right parts were exposed. The tight, black leather pants hugged my hips perfectly, and I tugged my cropped, red satin top down a bit, making sure the neckline showed just enough cleavage to tantalize.

I pushed the door open further and sauntered in, swaying my hips seductively. Antonio lay sprawled on the bed, looking exhausted. An idea struck me immediately. I kicked off my boots and slid onto the bed beside him, my body close enough to feel the heat radiating from his.

“Did I call for you, and why are you dressed up this early in the morning?” Antonio’s voice was thick with fatigue.

“I’m on a mission to find Evelyn, remember?” I replied, giving him an innocent, submissive look.

He eyed me skeptically. “Find her, and you’ll get whatever you want. I want her to beg me when I torture her. I want her to beg me for playing with my heart.”

A smirk played on my lips as I heard this. It cooked my head in a way that fueled my determination to find Evelyn. I straddled Antonio, sitting on him and beginning to move my hips against him, our clothes still on. He closed his eyes, and for a moment, I thought he was enjoying it. But then he pushed me away.

I was stubborn. I climbed back on top of him, grinding my hips harder this time. He grabbed my waist, his fingers digging into my skin, and let out a deep, guttural moan. His moans were low and rough, vibrating through me and making my arousal even more intense.

“Get away from me, frog,” Antonio growled, pushing me off again.

“I know my face isn’t cool, but did you have to call me a frog like Charles?” I blurted out without thinking.

“Charles? Yeah, how did you even meet Charles? How did you know about him and Evelyn?” Antonio’s curiosity was piqued.

“Uh… I don’t know him… Well, it’s a long story… It… It doesn’t matter. We should just focus on finding Evelyn. I’m glad I saved you from her,” I stammered, scrambling to cover my tracks. “I should get going.”

I quickly stood up, pulled on my boots, and hurried out of the room. As I left the mansion, my mind was a whirl of thoughts, and my body was still buzzing with unfulfilled desire. I was determined to find Evelyn today, not just for getting my damaged face done but also because I craved his touch. The thought of him fucking me was enough motivation to keep me going.