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Ash growled as he rubbed himself through his pants, watching me as a fire lit behind his eyes. Continuing my strip-tease, I removed my blouse, followed by my skirt, until I was standing in only my lace bra and thong set. I bit my lip as I released my breasts, fondling them and pinching my nipples, moaning Ash’s name as I did; the strained look on his face was truly priceless. I turned my back to him, gripping the hem of my thong, and leaned forward, pulling them off of me; my ass and already soaked cunt on full display for my husband.

I rip it up, over my chest, until it comes over my head. Asher stops moving; he levels a look on me, taking in the view of my nudity. His cock flexes beneath me. "Take off your pants," I demand. He pops the top button; I rise up on my knees so he can shimmy the clothing off entirely. I start to lower myself, but he catches my hips, shoving me down firmly on top of his shaft. It sandwiches between us, sizzling with heat, the girthy tip poking my navel.

The flash went off as I squeezed my shiny breasts together, nipples stiff and begging. The sultriness of the pose made my stomach warm up and I licked my lips. Tracking the movement of my tongue with her eyes, Sophie said. “Arch your back more… yes, just like that. .” Sophia was a professional photographer who specialized in sexy photoshoot so I knew she was just being.... professional. So why was i getting so shy at showing her my body intimately. “Turn around. Bend over slowly and spread your ass for me.” Blushing hard, I bent at the waist, reaching back and pulling my cheeks apart. The medium-sized metal butt plug I’d slipped in earlier caught the light, and from the mirror, I could see t

“Shut up.” Clothes came off in pieces. Maya’s top ripped. Bra unhooked and tossed. Lira’s dress hit the floor and she stood there naked, perfect, almost too perfect. Smooth skin, nipples dark and tight, a thin trail of hair leading down to a bare, glistening cunt. Between her legs something else flickered for a second—shadow, scales, gone before Maya could focus.

"I'm about to show you how to shift mid air and for that I need to shift. And besides, you are also naked." Eh! "Waaa!" I screamed as I tried to cover my body but it was already too late, he was laughing at me. "Avery, come on. Nudity is a normal thing for shingles, you really have to get used to it." "..I don't....think I can..." I whimpered. "Avery look at me" he ordered. With barely open eyes, I looked up at him, making sure I wasn't looking down or any where else.

The moment the chat app opened, my eyes widened in shock, and the breath caught in my throat. Shane had sent an outrageously hot selfie. In the photo, he stood shirtless in front of the mirror in his private home gym. It showcased his broad, sculpted chest, perfectly defined six-pack abs, and the prominent veins running along his arms. His entire torso glistened with sweat post-workout, his grey sweatpants riding tantalizingly low on his hips. Below the explicit photo was a caption written in an insufferably seductive tone. Shane: Just finished an intense workout session this afternoon, My Queen. All to make sure my stamina and performance are off the charts when I take you later.

Obviously a name crafted for performance and seduction. Shawn Shadow dropped to his knees, grinding against the stage floor in ways that mimicked real intimacy. It was like a live version of Magic Mike, the film Jeff and Deewee once watched in his dorm room. This guy was clearly a professional. No wonder the room felt like it was about to combust. He turned back to TeeCay, and nearly choked on his drink. Her glass was already empty! “What happened to your drink?” he half-yelled over the music. “Gone,” she shouted back, her eyes still fixed on Shawn.

They were standing, holding drinks in their hands, looking like they were at a party. The next photo showed the blonde woman sitting on a couch. This time she was naked, her legs spread, and her pussy was shaved like it said in the ad. The third photo showed Greg. He was sitting on a deck chair by a swimming pool, naked as well, his erect cock flat against his belly.

I’m already under the shower, the hot water flowing down my shoulders. He looks at me. He sees me naked. But nothing. No reaction. Not a beat of desire. He comes in anyway. He helps me lather my body, caressing me gently. But he doesn’t even get hard. His movements are empty. His gaze is elsewhere. I turn slowly, my expression hard. — You don’t want me anymore, I whisper. Even that, you can’t give me? He lowers his eyes. Ashamed. Lost. — I’m sorry.

I watched him raise slowly from his seat and begin his movement in my direction. Asher went back to his desk to do a few things and when he turned around to meet me who was facing another corner to arrange my things, I widened my eyes. The first step he took made me nearly loose balance. I blinked a couple of times, trying to fully digest what I was seeing. Asher was barebodied. He wore nothing but pants and they were resting lowly on his waist. I could see the V shaped line perfectly outlining itself. His abs were define and looked like they were rock hard.