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She smelled of seasonings and dish soap, two aromas I didn’t think would be enticing to my own senses. “You really want me naked?” I asked one more time, hoping she would finally admit to a joke. **AURORA** I felt my throat run as dry as the desert as Asher Blackwood took off his jacket, right after I said yes. I didn’t think he would actually do it, which was probably why I pushed for it so—yet here he was, about to strip himself naked. I wasn’t lying when I said he was my missing piece. It dawned on me right after I caught a glimpse of those golden eyes of his. The final arch to my puzzle, a naked mural of a man with golden eyes with the moon as his backing—It was perfect!

we want pictures of 💪 Wilder✨ My arm? Um okay Handsome role model😍 No no of down there Wilder✨ Down there? Asher🗿 YOUR ABS WILDER!! Wilder✨ oh... I don't have pictures of that The other Mr. Mendes Good! We don't want to see any imaginary abs Mr. Carson But I did The other Mr. Mendes No that's disgusting! How would you like it if I would put my thighs on here? Nikolai‼️

When I tried to recall, I was greeted by a merciless pain in my head. The bathroom door pulled open, and involuntarily my blue gaze lifted and caught Asher's, stepping out, almost naked with only a blue short cladding around his waist. It was hanging so dangerously low with lines of water running down the bare surface of his chest, down every dotted black ink of the massive tattoo on his chest, leading to his arms and back, every trail of his god-damned muscle, his unbelievably fine abs. Holy fuck, he was hot.

He faked clearing his throat and coughed to let his chuckles go without being obvious. Bianca was disappointed to know about his deal. But she did not doubt his words to be lies. She can tell he is sort of a pussy magnate. Nikita was one proof. That girl was a blonde bombshell with her body figure and face, although a lot shorter than Bianca. And with the way they wrestle in bed all night during weekends, Bianca can tell Asher is a beast with his endurance, and maybe, just maybe, as she cannot be sure, he is a beast in his skills in bed as well.

Asher. Despite having woken up moments prior, Asha looks radiant beside the truck. Her platinum blonde hair captures the sun, like a crown of light. Her lithe figure draws one’s attention to its subtle and sultry curves, while the honey-brown eyes bewitch. At a distance, through the diner’s dirty window, these traits unite in the portrait of a beautiful young woman. Crass and casual, a smokescreen for a deeper emotional intelligence.

The top of the swimsuit did justice to her boobs, and the lower part had an opening in the middle of the swimsuit, revealing her pretty belly button and her slender waist. Her black wavy hair was curled up to the side, and the black stiletto she wore always left a sinking, sharp sound on the marble that screamed ‘I am here.’ Her steps didn't falter despite the number of eyes that tore her apart with lust and jealousy. Her steps never faltered. Ashley. Ashley Carter was here. Something about her was just different right from the night we collided at that lame Montgomery ceremony. I wanted to ask her out, confess to her, make her mine, but she was someone else's.

She had never liked this part; when she had to get undressed in front of DeAngelo and she would imagine that he wished she was someone else… Christopher's cock jumped when Ashleigh came out of her jeans, she, with her toasty brown skin and the black see-through nylon underwear that showed her hardened nipples. And when she was just down to panties and he could see that she was hairless and the slight impression of her slit, he could honestly wait no longer. He moved to the bed and she followed, about to reach behind herself to undo the bra but he stopped her hand. He didn't want her to remove the enticing material. The two of them knelt on the bed facing each other and Christopher ran his ha

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.

“Yes, it’s your turn.” Ashley’s nails are painted pale pink; I notice the shade as she trails her fingertips lightly over my tented khakis. Then – without me even asking – she shimmies out of her sweatpants. She’s not wearing underwear either... who are these girls? Without a word, the eighteen-year-old positions herself over my lap, making sure there’s plenty of pressure on my raging hard-on. Her body on mine feels so fucking good – and I think that’s exactly what she intended.

Ashley on the other hand stood digging her ear feeling less than bothered by the prospect of people seeing her naked. 'Whelp what's done is done, no different than being in a line of naked women waiting for my turn in the showers.' Ashley shrugged to herself thinking back to her time in the military standing around with over fifty other naked women awaiting their turn for the showers. She already had very little in the way of modesty, and those times saw to it she lost any kind of shyness that could have ever been. Ashley began casually strolling towards the restroom, while Collen was walking back to Liana's room as though he were a rusty stiff robot.