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Before I could even process what the message was even about, another bubble popped up—a video file. I hesitated for a second, then tapped it. The screen filled with the garish colors of some tropical set—bright flowers, palm leaves, fake tiki torches. A large banner read HAWAII LOVE HUNT – Valentine’s Day Special. And in the middle of the screen… was Charlotte dressed very provocatively and talking about her sex life. And how she opened an Onlyfans. I saw men lined up with balloons each one popped after her introduction. The camera panned down—lingering on her body in a way that made my stomach twist.

I reached for it immediately only to find an unknown number messaging me. I opened the message and froze. Three images of Bryan naked, in bed with another woman whose face had been blurred out. The photos were taken in different locations and on different days with the same woman because she had the same tattoo on her ass. No. No, no, no.... I blinked, begging that the pictures would just disappear but they didn’t. Everything around me became a blur. My chest felt tight and I couldn’t breathe properly. “Chloe?” Bryan’s voice cut through into my mind. “Babe, are you okay?”

I tried to maintain my casual demeanor while my stomach did flips as the scent of his soap filled my nostrils, the shirts showing off his leg muscles, his dick swinging a bit as he sank down on the couch, the see through net shirt did nothing to hide his well sculpted chest, biceps and abs. I took the remote and began scrolling through to play a movie for us, but the sight of his dick doing that little swing replayed itself in my head and I could not pay attention as I snuck glances at him. Suddenly, moaning sounds filled the room with naked men and women displayed on the screen, fucking, as the p**n video I was watching earlier continued playing. I gasped and dropped the remote. “Oh my gosh

“What’s the worst I could find? Lexi Blaze's new red edition trailer? A fan club?” She chuckled and tapped on the notification, completely oblivious to Silas's pale state. But what she saw... Her eyes narrowed and her lips parted slightly. It was a string of nudes, the kind an androgynous camboy would send. She tapped on the first one automatically loading. It opened immediately. The image that filled the screen was that of a boy, his legs in the air, and his hole, stretched lewdly for the camera. And the caption read, Let me be your cum dump again.

‎I bit down on my lower lip, excitement bubbling with my desire and nerves. It was going to be the first time he'd ever seen me naked, and the first time I'd ever sexed with someone through video call. I only hoped I was doing it right. ‎Aiming the camera at an angle, I let him have a good view of my chest, stomach and legs. My face was out of the picture but this way, I could see his reaction. Teasingly, I played with the hem of my black strap top before dragging the material up, revealing my slightly chubby belly.

Ebony took him into her mouth and gave him head, while Amber moved to the floor to do more of her routine. She removed her panties before she began to walk across the floor on her hands. All marks universally loved her splits, when she spread her legs and made herself into a T. It was her most requested signature move actually. Her naked pretzel was a close second and tied with her backbends. She did a backbend though Jagger was hardly watching as Ebony worked his cock over with her mouth. And Ebony gave good head. She had overcome her gag reflex and could pretty much swallow a dick whole.

For once we forgot it was a photoshoot and we were in our own world enjoying. Chan asks Aspen to remove his shirt, and I gasp seeing his body, he smirks at me, seeing the effect he has on me. How much I love his six-packs of hard abs. Chan gives us a few more poses, and I blush every time Aspen's bare chest touches my body. In one photo, he is lying in the ground, and I'm lying on his chest. In one photo I'm looking at the river and Aspen is looking at me with longing. In another photo, he is carrying me in bridal style and grinning wide.

The woman he was cheating on me with had her conversation sitting at the top, proudly displayed as if she was his queen. I tapped it. The chat opened. My eyes darted quickly to the most recent messages. What I saw next made sweat pour from my skin like I was trapped inside an oven. She had sent him nude pictures. There she was, on a kitchen counter, completely naked. She opened her legs wide to the camera. One finger in her mouth, the other deep in her vagina. Bold. Shameless. Another picture showed her bare buttocks turned to the camera. And beneath it, Abraham had commented.

I’m still sending you some money Chelle rolled onto her back, sighing. Then slowly… she lifted her shirt. Her bra slid off next. She snapped pictures of her perky breasts, then slipped out of the rest of her clothes and arched on her bed—capturing her ass from the angle she knew drove him crazy. This time… no mask. A message blinked almost instantly. Pressure: woah girl you’re making me so hard. and you didn’t cover your face today? what’s up with that

"Come in" "Cam." I say the instant I saw him, he was staring at me with not only his amber deep eyes but also with his perfect bare chest. He was shirtless. He had a sly smirk on. My blue eyes walked on his masculine nude upper half. His broad shoulders, his perfect chest. My eyes kept driving down to his perfectly structured fine abs, damn those muscles... it kept on driving down to his v-line... then a sly cough pulled me out of this ravishing discovery.