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she yelled, defending her stupidity. “So, this Picture with your child and husband is photoshop, right? How about this video?” Denola says and passed her phone to Dad. It was a video of Brittany where she had recently gone to a hotel where her husband and child are logged in to see them, it shows them seeing her off as she kisses the man and hugs the child before getting into her car. “I am not married with a child, Baby, don't listen to them, they are only trying to separate us.” She cried out, trying to snatch the phone out of my Dad’s hand but Denola grabbed her. I scoffed on seeing her so pathetic

I took some pictures but tried to stay in the background and let him take over the photo shoot. Tina's last bikini can best be described as two dots and a dash. The top was nothing more than strings holding together two tiny patches that only covered her nipples. The rest of her tits were totally exposed. The bottoms were the same. The strings held a patch of material that barely covered her bald pussy and even exposed some of her lips in some of the poses. She couldn't have gotten any closer to being completely naked. Jimmy's eyes drank in the beauty of her tight teen body as he began to snap picture after picture.

Hit send. And that was that. Until thirty seconds later, when my screen lit up again. Dr. Stacy Cole: Beth… I’m fairly certain that’s not the screenshot you meant to send me. My stomach dropped. “What?” I whispered, blinking at the screen. I opened the message chain. There—clear as day—was a high-resolution nude. My nude. Not raunchy. Not pornographic. Just… artistic lighting. Soft curves. A bedroom mirror moment I’d snapped weeks ago on a day I felt unusually hot.

We were removing the tables and chairs while he is in there, oblivious to many eyes who were watching him. And for god's sake. He is topless. His body is in full display! I blinked several times as I looked away. I do not want to stare at his sinful body. It feels... illegal! "God, he is really hot. I could imagine how huge his dick is," I heard Britney. My cheeks burned at her words. Why does she even have to say that? Is it really necessary to make a comment as bold as what she said? "But he is grumpy. He is so cold. He never talked to any of us." I heard one of the maids.

"Stop living in the world of denial Aito. You and Ryuho were together, and he took those pictures of you without your consent. He uploaded them to the internet for everyone to see. He ruined your reputation and family name. Ryu was the reason you had to move to another country." The pictures flashed in his mind, and Aito knew there was truth to Yuuki's words. They weren't just simple nude pictures. They were pictures of him in different positions. His legs wide apart, exposing his privates. His fingers within himself, his expressions were that of ecstasy, his body painted with hickeys and his skin stained with the product of their desires.

One hour later the salad was made, the white wine chilled, the red wine open and breathing, and the charcoals in the barbecue were lit. I went to the office and knocked. "Brittney, wake up," I yelled. Nothing. Twice more I tried with the same result. I opened the door and looked in. She had rolled over and was now on her side facing me. The sheet was still down by her waist and I saw her naked breasts. They were bigger than I had expected with small areolas and somewhat large nipples that were now soft. I walked up the bed and pulled the sheet up to her neck. Her face, without the stress of her problems, was relaxed and prettier than I first thought.

“Is that—wait, is that Nate Cooper? Are you two meeting up? Are you back together?” “No,” I said sharply. “We are not—” “Because there’s this whole thing online about you guys, and everyone’s been saying—” “We are NOT together. Please stop filming me.” She did not stop filming me. She took a step closer instead, pivoting the phone to catch Nate’s face over my shoulder. He had gone rigid behind me, one hand braced against the roof of the car next to mine, too close again without even realizing it. “Can I just ask one question?” the woman said breathlessly. “Just one quick one. How does it feel to be an Atwood? Like, what’s it LIKE? Because your brother Eric is, like—”

Then, I watched as everyone started to cheer for Kade to take a shot. “Shot shot shot,” they were all chanting. Brittany blushed and laughed as she sat up on the table, her skimpy dress parting slightly in the middle to reveal her toned belly, her legs parting before him. He stood in front of her, his eyes fixed on her face as someone else approached them, pouring some alcohol into her belly button. It was a belly shot; I’ve only heard of those happening, never seeing one in real life.

I quickly ran over and grabbed it and came back to Britney, still on her knees. "Give me a big smile," I instructed. Britney complied. She gave me back a 900 watt smile. and pushed her boobs up from underneath, proudly displaying my huge load on her tits. I immediately began photographing the naked bridesmaid. "These are going right onto the front page of your website, right?" she asked. "Oh, yeah. Totally," I responded. "Actually, it probably would get me more customers. How would you like to be the face of my business?"

Brittany pressed herself against my back, one hand reaching around to toy with the chain, the other sliding between my legs to circle my clit in lazy, teasing strokes. "You're so wet it's obscene," she whispered in my ear. "Bet you've been fantasizing about this too. Two girls to use, one mouth to fill, one hole plugged and buzzing” she laughed. “Is this what you used to do with Bianca and Max too? Poor Ellie, always the afterthought." I moaned around Zane, tears streaking my mascara. The vibrations pulsed higher. Brittany cranked the remote, and my body betrayed me completely, hips grinding back against nothing, chasing friction.