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"I'm ready" "Climb in" Asher moves his hands to the white towel. Just as he was about to take it off, I stopped him. "Wait a minute!". Throwing my hands over my eyes, I give him the go-ahead sign. "You may proceed" Asher burst into a fit of laughter. "I'm not naked down there, Alena" I refused to believe him. "You're not?" "I'm still in my boxers. You can drop your hands down now"

The video came to life instantly. Ares’s eyes flickered down, and for a split second, he didn’t breathe. On the screen, a strikingly beautiful woman posed before a camera, her curves dramatic, her figure impossibly sculpted. Long glossy hair cascaded down her back as she twirled in a silk dress, pouting her plump lips. Her skin glowed, her movements confident, magnetic. She looked like she belonged on the cover of international magazines—untouchable, breathtaking. And she was Tessa.

She looks at Andros, tilting her head. Cass is in New York. Tesoro mio drugged me and just fucked off to go and get her revenge. Jesus Christ! “Since she was a kid, why?” Andros answers her and she nods at the phone. I move and grab it. I look at it and it is her social media account. I look at the pictures. I growl as I look at the video and press the play symbol. I watch as she does an Irish dance, then a man steps up and dances with her like a battle. Andros sighs. I look at Andros and he looks up at the ceiling, blowing out an exasperated breath.

Her black heels complemented her looks, making her a little bit taller. "Hello Eloise." Ashley said, waving a hand at her. Eloise came closer and gave her a light hug. "Don't you think I should help you out? Not that you don't look good but you look like a teen who is yet to find her mate." Eloise teased her. Ashley rolled her eyes and let out a soft laugh. She sure has a way of making people laugh. "Help me out then." Ashley gave in. "I would do it even if you refuse. Let's go get ready." They walked down to Ashley's room to get her ready.

He tugs at my shorts, pulling them down and off. Then, he steps back and stares. XXX Alessandro de Rossi POV Alyssa is spread before me, and I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in my entire life. Except, of course, the last time that I saw her like this. That was so long ago, it now feels like a dream. Something to comfort me on long, lonely nights. But the Alyssa who is spread before me on my desk, her head arched back, legs spread open for me, her nipples pulled taut as they are exposed to the air…

Asher whispers softly and seductively. "Uhmm..." Valencia squirmed in her unconsciousness, feeling something blowing in her ear. "So, you allow it, sweetie?" Asked again. Asher couldn't miss an opportunity in a tight spot, so he still teased her. Indeed a wild man who cannot resist the temptation of his wife's body. Very carefully and attentively, Asher removed the pieces of cloth attached to his wife's body and left a bright red lacy bikini and a part to cover her miss V.

Ashley was naked! Whatever that fabric was, it barely covered her breasts. And it was only an inch beneath her pussy. I moved closer to her. “Turn around.” She hesitated. Then she shook her head slowly and eventually turned. “I'm sorry. I had no idea you were here.” Her back was fucking bare. Aside from the tiny fabric that did a poor job of covering her front, Ashley was naked. She fucking left her room and walked to the kitchen naked. I felt a rush of hormones. My entire body was fired up and I could not tear my eyes away from her body.

She whispered, "Thank you for encouraging us yesterday, this is going to be fun!" Ashley turned around and faced everyone before she slowly raised her tank top up her abdomen while looking at Sarah then at Paul. Ashley said, "Sarah, are you sure you won't back out on me if I do this?" Sarah smiled and said, "You won't strip naked in front of your brother so I'm not worried the least little bit. But to answer your question, no I will do what I said if you strip naked and let us see your whole body and I do mean ALL OF US!"

" He stood, left his coffee half-finished, and walked out -- leaving her on her knees, wet, obedient, and shaking. ⸻ 9:12 a.m. -- Check-In #1 Ashley stood in the mirror. Heels on. Naked except for the plug. She lifted one leg onto the chair and snapped a photo between her thighs -- slick, red, stretched. She attached a short message: Check-in 1. Plug still in. Leaking already. I want to be slapped. Tied. Used. Denied. I'm disgusting. Please break me today. Send. Seconds later: "Not yet. You'll know when I start." Her legs went weak. ⸻ 11:38 a.m. -- Edge Session 1 She lay on the couch, legs open, wand buzzing gently against her clit. The second her muscles started to tighten, she lifted it aw

Starting to walk in that direction, his phone received yet another text, this one apparently a photo. Opening his phone much more cautiously this time, he peaked at the image that popped up on his screen, a picture of a naked Amy, fully exposed and tits living freely, her body decorated by the same dress she wore that morning. She had unzipped the dress all the way, a titillating tease that caused a stirring in his pants. He could see every inch of her body, from her landing strip hair to her lips hanging gingerly below, her nipples looked strikingly hard on her chest. Alejandro wondered how and when she had pulled this off, a second peak at the picture not giving any further clues as he cou