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She felt the heat building between her legs, but it was a response to the situation’s intensity, not to the very humiliating act she was forced to perform. As they approached the house, Jake could feel his heart racing. “Come all over my fucking face.”

And with that final command, she felt a wave of nausea wash over her as she had to pretend to climax for the camera, her body responding despite her mind’s screaming protests. She didn’t know how she was going to pull this off—or how she’d survive the fallout if she did. The place smelled faintly of lemon cleaner, the kind that hinted at a life once lived there but now long gone. He offered his hand, his heart pounding in his chest. A stern expression etched on her face. Her black yoga pants hugged her round ass, showcasing the kind of voluptuousness that could make any man’s head spin.