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Again, she lowered her butt, raised her shoulders and legs up, and then was able to remove the last remaining piece of clothing completely. 'Hmm,' Clara thought. 'Flexible too. And damn she's beautiful!' Clara's opinion didn't sway as Shamira stood up and gave her a front double bicep pose. Abdominal muscles strained, biceps stood up, and those shoulders looked like they could take Atlas's burden away. Pose after pose showcased that body, and each position made Clara more amorous. And that clit! She'd heard that bodybuilders often had larger than average pleasure nubs, but it was beautiful. She shed her own minuscule bits of clothing and prepared to train her lover.

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Yet, beneath her strong exterior lay a woman with an insatiable appetite for pleasure, a hunger that only a select few could satisfy. Enter Orion Blackwood, a young man with a body sculpted by the gods and a reputation that preceded him. Orion was a sugar boy, a term he embraced with pride, offering his services to the wealthy and powerful. His most striking feature was his enormous cock, a weapon of pleasure that he wielded with expert skill. Orion was not just a pretty face; he was a master of seduction, a sex slave who took pride in fulfilling every fantasy of his patrons.

Gray was climbing out of the pool. Water cascaded down his body in rivulets, tracing every defined muscle. His skin glistened, dark and smooth, stretched tight over broad shoulders, powerful arms, and a chest that looked carved from stone. Droplets ran down his abs—eight perfect ridges that flexed with each movement—before disappearing into the waistband of his black boxer briefs. Those briefs… God. They clung to him like a second skin, soaked and molded to his powerful thighs and, most dangerously, the heavy, thick outline of his cock. Even soft, it was impressive—long and girthy, the fabric stretched obscenely around it, leaving nothing to the imagination. The way it hung between his legs,

Amber Fuck, I hate this. How can anyone look this ravishing—and breathtaking—during masturbation? I wanted to embarrass him, just as he did to me. Hunter Black, CEO of the high and mighty Black Crescent Group, working his dick like a junkie desperate for the next high but can’t seem to get it up as fast as he used to—that should shred his ego right? How wrong was I. It was already hard when he took it out. A few strokes, and the monster was fully erected, swollen with his desire—the same ones glowing from that piercing gaze.

"You shouldn't be. You should be taking notes. Black told me you’re like a 'heavy log' in bed. No wonder he comes to me. He says you’re boring. He says you have no spark. No fire. Just there. Like an old woman." She circled me like a shark. "And let’s talk about your body, Debbie. Look at you. You’ve let yourself go. Black likes them slim. Size 10 is the limit for his taste. Anything more is shit! You’re lucky he even looks at you at night. Oops…” she clapped her mouth. “I forgot. He also mentioned, he hadn't fucked you for… a year “ She laughed out louder. At this point My bones where getting were getting weak in the knees. Fire in my body but my eyes. They were feeling hot too.

Damien Blackwood wanted to own every shattered piece of me—the artist, the woman, the hidden desires I’d only ever shaped in clay. I sank down slowly, gasping as he stretched me open. Inch by thick inch, he filled me completely, the delicious burn giving way to overwhelming fullness. A broken moan tore from my throat as my walls clenched around him, adjusting to his size. He was so deep, pressing against places I didn’t know existed, his hands gripping my plush ass to hold me steady. “Fuck, Elena,” he groaned, forehead resting against mine. “So tight… so perfect. Made for me.”