I see my breasts and raw nipples smash against his soft, red covers, tickling my heated skin.

“Ah!” My body tenses as the water thrashes against me and trickles down my body. My hands mimic how I imagine his hands would rub my clit and how his cock would fuck my cunt.

I rub my clit, harder and faster, and my body stills. My hips move against my hand, and my orgasm ignites every nerve of my body.

As the water hits me, I visualize Owen filling me with his cum. I continue to massage myself, prolonging my orgasms, and I place my hands against the wall in front of me.

“Fuck me!” I scream, frustration getting the best of me.

That was…amazing.

My breathing steadies as my reality comes to focus.

I need to fuck him.

I finish showering, hating the fact that my fantasies can’t come true. Or at least, he won’t let them…yet.

When I get out, the coldness of the air sends shivers down my spine, and I slide my silk robe on. It slithers over my hard goosebumps, and the coolness steadies my rising temperature.

I try to shake him off, but when I go back to the kitchen and get my phone, my fucking step-uncle won’t leave my thoughts. I open my email, trying to distract myself with work. Or anything unrelated to Owen.

But I instinctively think…what would he do right now with me bending over the counter, with nothing on underneath this clingy robe?

I shake my cunt in the air like some dog in heat, and the robe brushes against me.

And again, with him in mind, my imagination gets the best of me, and my hand drops my phone and slides between my legs.

I’m sure Mr. Step-Uncle has more than enough stamina for round two…

THE CAPITALIST CHRONICLE

The Morning After: Who’s the mystery blonde leaving Owen Westbrook’s house?

By Lis Langley

New York—The Wild West family seem to have no shortage of drama this week. After last night’s unknown incident took place at the Westbrook-Wilder wedding, which left newlyweds Carl Westbrook and Carol Wilder looking frazzled leaving their wedding suite, half-brother Owen appears to be back to his infamous “bad boy” antics.

This morning, a mysterious blonde was seen leaving the billionaire’s penthouse. Of course, that part is hardly news. Everyone knows that random women, from D-list actresses to models to reality TV stars, are often spotted stumbling out of his expensive penthouse in the wee hours of the morning.

But whoever Owen escorted out of his apartment this morning, he made sure to keep her identity hidden. Pictures of the couple show Owen shielding his blonde companion from photographers by throwing a jacket over her face. It left us only a view of her strappy Louboutin stilettos. He then rushed her into a limo as if he was a security agent protecting the president.

Who’s the mystery girl, and why is he so concerned with protecting her identity from the public? Why is it so imp

ortant? According to a neighbor, who exclusively spoke to The Capitalist Chronicle, he alluded to the woman being a wedding guest as well.

“I saw them come home late at night while I was walking the dog,” said Herman Williamson, an art dealer who lives across the street.

“They were wearing nice clothes, like they came from somewhere upscale. The girl looked like she was drunk. Was carrying her shoes. I didn’t see her face. I could tell she was young, though. That’s how Owen likes them. Bastard,” he added.

Unfortunately, after speaking to several other sources, no one else had any more information regarding the blonde woman’s identity. As a reporter, I should avoid speculating, but surely you, my dear readers, can begin to connect the dots. Though I’d be happy to assist with some mapping of my own.

Let’s start with yesterday’s Westbrook wedding, an affair that would put Dynasty to shame.

The night was a typical affair full of important elites gradually stroking one another’s egos, but it ended with a bit of a commotion. As previously reported, an argument between Carl and Owen possibly took place during the reception. Perhaps in the wedding suite where they were both seen coming from?

Owen then left in a hurry with an attractive blonde, who jumped into his car. And now, this morning, another unknown blonde is seen leaving his house. It’s very likely the blonde from the wedding and the blonde from this morning are the same person, which makes this story even more perplexing, albeit interesting.

If the mystery blonde attended the wedding, that means she’s probably someone important. Those red bottom heels are indicative of elite status alone. But if she’s just some random wedding guest, why hide her identity?

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