Alina, teary-eyed from her betrayal of the hybrid with LaMont, records it in her diary with the following words:

"Give me your liquids, baby," she murmured, then her tongue slid inside me, tracing the walls of my pussy as her thumb rubbed over my clit.

Fireworks lit and flashed in my brain as pleasure electrified my body. A long, wild moan escaped me as the orgasm consumed my body and soul.

"How sweet," she murmured. So fucking sweet.

"I couldn't let you do it...

"Stupid stuff. You both need to learn the importance of celebrating life. What good is all that money to you when you hide in your office?...