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I watched his wonderful figure walked away. I went into the ladies washroom to do my business before class. At the sink, I washed my hands and felt an unfriendly presence behind me. Brooke. "Are you messing around with my boyfriend?" she asked, eyes blazing and piercing through to my soul with her friends at her side as usual. "You're about to learn your first lesson, Africa's baboon! Beat her ass!" she commanded to her minions and they both latched onto me like bull sharks.

Brooke's hand moved quickly, reaching into my boxers, and her fingers wrapped around my hard, throbbing cock. "Oh god," I moaned from her mere touch. "There you go," Brooke whispered. "Just enjoy." Her hand, inside my boxers, began to stroke up and down my cóck. With my jeans still on, she couldn’t get any real motion, but it still felt fûcking amazing. "Touch me," Brooke suddenly commanded, her hand painfully teasing me with a slow hand job. "What?" I managed to stutter. "Grab my tîts," she said, her tone shifting back to seductive. "I know you want to. I know they're much bigger than Charlotte's."

🍆Forbidden Summer Heat🍆 ISABELLA’S POV “Ryan, what the fuck are you doing in my room?” I stood there in nothing but a tiny pink bikini top and denim shorts, fresh from the Hamptons beach, staring at my stepbrother who was shirtless on my bed, scrolling through his phone like he owned the place. Ryan looked up slowly, his eyes dragging over my body. At twenty nine, he was all muscle with tanned skin, and a dangerous charm. The kind of guy who knew exactly how hot he was.

He had gotten bedside me then but said nothing. “You don't like how you look” He said, it was more of a statement, confirming what I told him. “No, I wanted something slimmer, like models. I want long legs and a killer body, not these fats in my stomach and my burst. You know, I've always thought about doing BBL just to get the right figure,” explained, smiling as I did so. I never imagined that I'd tell anyone about that. it was a secret but with him, it just gets easy to talk. Vittorro always has a way of making me feel safe.

I said, sliding two fingers into her hot, wet pussy preparing her for my cock. She gasped, her body trembling as my fingers moved inside her. She was dripping, her breath quickening with my every touch, her eyes slowly lifting to meet mine with a pleading look. “Do you need something bigger?” I nibbled her bare shoulder before soothing it with a kiss, my fingers retretted as I pressed my cock against her, teasing her sensitive clit. “Yes…” she sighed, her wetness coating me. I guided my cock to her entrance, pushing in slowly despite the overwhelming urge to thrust into her completely. She moaned softly, her body quivering as I sank deeper into her heat. Every inch felt like a slow burn, but

She stepped up to me again and stole a glance at the names before her perfectly manicured finger pointed at a few. "She has a really nice tight pussy that likes to swallow big juicy cocks. And that one likes her ass fingered deep while she gags on a cock." She pressed her breasts against my arm as I groaned in frustration. I nervously glanced around, holding my gaze on lynn as she paused her work and stared over at us. "Brooke, what are you doing?" I turned my gaze back to her, giving one of my angry scowls. "What? I'm just trying to help."

I couldn’t let myself drown in those memories again, so I focused back on the screen instead. He hadn’t posted anything new on his main feed, but his story had been updated. My stomach tightened instantly as I tapped it. The first video showed Brown drinking and laughing with one of his closest friends, the same disgusting man who always encouraged him to control me because women supposedly respected fear more than love. They looked relaxed and happy. Like his wife and child hadn’t vanished overnight. I tapped to the next story and froze. My sister was sitting right beside Brown. Laughing at something he said while his arm rested behind her chair casually.

“Only if you call Jacob and fuck him in the next room.” I roll my eyes. “I and Jacob won’t happen, Ira. Quit that!” “But why?? He is so hot… and single.” She says looking at photos on my phone we took today while sipping coke. “If I wasn’t into Liam, I would have totally licked his abs.” I grimace at her choice of words. “What?” She defends herself. “Look at his t-shirt.” She shows me the phone. “It should be a crime to be this hot and wear such fitting clothes.”

Brooke scoops ice cream from the tub in Steph's hand and earns a glare from her. "So the details," Brooke ignores her glare without missing a beat. "I'd love to know how you-" she points her spoon at her, "- Stephanie like Luke. Luke - poison Ivy's BOYFRIEND." "I know who he is, you don't have to point it out," Steph scoffs. "Why do I feel like you're trying to avoid this topic?" Brooke narrows her eyes and purses her lips. "Maybe because I'm still processing the information in my head so I'm not ready to talk about it."

“Doug immediately homes in on her, I mean, Brooke was freaking gorgeous with these big blue eyes and corn silk blonde hair down her back, a bod that would make a dead man sit up and take notice. Believe me she—” “I get the picture, she was hot,” she interjects, “But what happened to her at the party?” “They started dancing, slow dancing, and fooling around a little. Brooke is clearly the aggressor at this point. She’s all over him, while wearing the tiniest mini-skirt and a midriff top,” I recount the event, suppressing the boiling anger I felt at the time. I stare out the window. “Of course, his buddies have their cell phones out recording her going at him.” I look at Abigail, “This is the