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in passion, as he stroked her velvet wallsuntil they became tender and pink. Yoyin opened her mouth to scream.
    Sebastian turned her head to the side and muffled her scream with his full, darkly outlined lips. He kissed and fondled her pouting lips with loving tenderness, while Niklas mercilessly plunged inside her.
    Sexually stirred by the depraved activity taking place in the back of the limo, the driver stealthily unzipped his pants and released his painful erection. Throwing caution to the wind, he steered with one hand and stroked his dick with the other. A half hour later, the limo cruised over the Walt Whitman Bridge. Miraculously, the lustful driver had satisfied himself without causing a collision. He and the three decadent passengers arrived in Philadelphia all sexually satiated and physically unscathed.
    CHAPTER 3
    Y oyin awakened with a start. Her arms outstretched, she frantically patted the empty spaces on each side of her. She sprang upright.
    “Niklas! Sebastian!” Her tone was filled with desperation, and her voice echoed inside her vast bedroom. Sourly and abruptly, she pressed her lips together as she recalled that she had given her two attendants a few days off. Now, she was alone. Sorrow consumed her. And then another emotion—emptiness—swallowed her.
    The hollowed-out feeling of emptiness hit as hard as a furious fist. She cried out, bent at the waist, clutching her abdomen and rocking forward, as if protecting herself from another harsh blow.
    Sebastian! Images of his big black cock mercilessly banging inside her feminine interior evoked a soft sigh. Niklas! His large ivory tusk had rammed and impaled her. Mmm. They’d fucked her ferociously—in the limo as well as in her bed. Two dicks had simultaneously pumped inside her pussy and asshole. The dual penetration had filled her completely, providing painful pleasure until she collapsed, totally spent.
    So, why did she feel so empty? Curious, her fingers trailed down to her vagina, searching…seeking…needing to know. Shetouched her pierced petals and winced in pain. Ah! Yes . Her cunt was raw. Her body jewelry was dislodged, and pieces were missing—absolute proof that her cunt had been thoroughly ransacked and plundered. The way she wanted it. The way she needed it. Still, Yoyin wanted more.
    Rough sex was her addiction. The perfect escape from horrific memories that plagued her. But like a narcotic, violent sex provided only temporary relief.
    She jerked her head toward the phone. She needed help. But who? Irena! Yes, her butch bitch would come to her rescue. Urgently, she picked up the phone.
    “Irena,” she said breathlessly the instant the call connected. “I’m so sorry about our quarrel last week,” she blurted insincerely. “Please accept my apology. I want to see you tonight,” Yoyin said, rushing on before Irena could speak. “Actually, I need you to get here as quickly as you can.” Smiling wistfully, images came to mind of the last time Irena had paid her a visit, strapped with a humongous dick. Feeling revitalized, she spoke more animatedly. “Don’t forget to bring your strap-on—the mammoth dark one with the bulging veins,” Yoyin reminded.
    “Screw you!” Irena snarled. “I’m not your human fuck toy!” The line abruptly went dead.
    Mouth agape, Yoyin looked at the phone in amazement. Bitch! She considered redialing Irena’s number, but she rejected the idea. Yoyin Ayikade did not engage in shouting matches over plastic dicks. Furious, her chest heaved as she contemplated her next move. There was no way to contain her irritation and frustration. Scanning her enormous bedroom, her eyes landed on a towering stack of glossy, signature shoe boxes. Sebastian and Niklas had arranged her recent purchases in an eye-catching display that resembled an exhibit piece at the PhiladelphiaMuseum of Art or the Guggenheim. The strategically angled colorful boxes were a clever idea, but the whimsically delightful presentation