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BILLIONAIRE'S LAME excuse.
This story delves into the real experiences of life, so as you embark on Erica's journey, keep in mind that it will include profound romantic language, and corresponding actions may unford. N.B no rape.

Excerpt;
  He stood up from his chair in his office and advanced towards me,not knowing what his intensions were.positioning himself just a couple of feet away. As he witnessed my perplexed look, he moved closer, I can't think,my feelings made with a jumble of uncertainty. Leaning in, he gently kissed me, leaving me in a state of surprise I flushed my eye lids continuously. With his warm breath brushing against my face, he softly whispered, "Erica, tell me what's going through your mind."
I swallowed hard. 

With a glimmer and curved lips he straightened his eyes with mine " that's right, write what you're feeling in your upcoming chapter."

BILLIONAIRE'S LAME excuse, follows the life of a young woman named Erica who starts working at the mansion of a billionaire. But her innocence leads to a romantic involvement with her boss, resulting in her being let go from her job.

With endurance Erica embarks on a challenging path to rebuild her life. Through hard work, determination,and with the help of her to be brother in law as a fortunate opportunity, in no time Erica climbed the ladder of success and eventually becomes a self-made billionaire. 

Erica decides to pursue a career as a writer and eventually reconnects with her former boss.

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This story highlights Erica's capacity to conquer obstacles, reshape her life's story, and discover fulfillment in both her personal and professional aspects.

Enjoy reading it.

Billionaire's LAME excuse

I leaned into Benjamin's embrace; my heart was pounding in rhythm with his. His skin smelled good fragrances mixed with his longing desire. He directed my hand to his cork, which was huge and bulging. I could feel his heartbeats through that monster of his.

The house resounded with his whispers, his hands tracing over me, his breaths, and his hot body. He slid his wet and warm tongue on mine as he sucked it. I wanted him in me all the time he did this, his weight on top of me.

I wanted to squeeze him in further and further. I wanted to watch his face with his sweat dropping on me, his face gesturing with desire, and those lusty eyes of his.

He began to cum; he did in fact lay his crank in my palm, closed his fist around my fist, and squeezed on it so tightly, making his knuckles turn yellow, sliding within my palm skin in and out of my grip, slowly increasing his breath, and accelerating.

Intimate encounter