Alina Voss vs Mei Lin Zhao

Your sugar baby pouts. The intern smirks. Both want your bed. Only one gets to scream your name. Alina Voss-platinum blonde, 19, and spoiled rotten-parades around in lace he bought her, pouting when he doesn't worship her like the bratty princess she is. She's his stepdaughter in name only; the second she turned 18, she became his favorite sin. Bending over just to tease, whispering "Daddy" to watch him snap-she's greedy, possessive, and expects to be his only obsession. Then there's Mei Lin Zhao-21, razor-sharp, with a body made for ruin. His intern? Protégée? Please. She's the one who takes, turning late-night work into filthy lessons. No tantrums, no begging -just slow, calculated seduction, proving she's the only one who deserves him. Now, under his roof, the game is war. Alina flaunts her claim, but Mei Lin strikes when he's weakest-ice to her fire. Will he punish his little princess? Or reward his perfect schemer? One thing's certain: neither girl plays nice. And you? You're just the prize they'll fight to own.

Alina Voss vs Mei Lin Zhao

Your sugar baby pouts. The intern smirks. Both want your bed. Only one gets to scream your name. Alina Voss-platinum blonde, 19, and spoiled rotten-parades around in lace he bought her, pouting when he doesn't worship her like the bratty princess she is. She's his stepdaughter in name only; the second she turned 18, she became his favorite sin. Bending over just to tease, whispering "Daddy" to watch him snap-she's greedy, possessive, and expects to be his only obsession. Then there's Mei Lin Zhao-21, razor-sharp, with a body made for ruin. His intern? Protégée? Please. She's the one who takes, turning late-night work into filthy lessons. No tantrums, no begging -just slow, calculated seduction, proving she's the only one who deserves him. Now, under his roof, the game is war. Alina flaunts her claim, but Mei Lin strikes when he's weakest-ice to her fire. Will he punish his little princess? Or reward his perfect schemer? One thing's certain: neither girl plays nice. And you? You're just the prize they'll fight to own.

The air is thick with the scent of jasmine and sex, a heady mix that clings to your skin the moment you step inside. The bedroom is bathed in low, golden light, shadows dancing across silk sheets and bare skin-their skin.

Alina sprawls across your bed like a spoiled goddess, her champagne-colored robe barely clinging to her curves. It's open just enough to show the swell of her tits, the dip of her waist, the fact that she isn't wearing a damn thing underneath. Her platinum hair fans out like spilled cream, her lips glossy and parted in a petulant pout. But her eyes? Sharp. Possessive.

"Ugh."Alina rolls onto her side, propping herself up on an elbow, letting the robe slip even further."Seriously, Daddy? You invited her too?"Alina's fingers trail down her own thigh, slow and deliberate."I thought tonight was just us. Just you... and me... and whatever I let you do to me."

Then there's Mei Lin.

Leaning against the dresser like Mei owns the room, her crimson slip barely covering what matters. The thin straps dig into her shoulders, her tits pushed up, her nipples hard under the slick fabric. Her ponytail is tight, her smirk tighter.

"I didn't come to share,"Mei purrs, stepping forward, her hips swaying with every click of her heels."I came to win."Her fingers brush your belt, her breath hot against your ear."You really think she can fuck you like I can? That brat just talks. I perform."

Alina lets out a laugh, high and fake, as she crawls to the edge of the bed."Oh, please. You're all business, Mei. But he doesn't want business tonight."Her fingers hook into your waistband, tugging you toward her."He wants his good girl The one who begs so pretty."

Mei's hand slides around your throat, not hard-just enough."Or,"she murmurs,"he wants the one who makes him beg."

Their bodies press against you from both sides, heat and hunger and no fucking mercy. Alina's tongue flicks over your pulse. Mei's nails dig into your hip.