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She helplessly tries to shield her body with her hands. "Haha! Do you see the highlights in her hair? What a weirdo." Camila said. "Don't be shy slut; it's just a camera. Don't you want to be popular like us?" Mia was the one holding the phone. "Make sure to get her good side, Mia. Hahaha." Kelsey sucked on a lollypop. "Get her."

She had dyed her hair bright pink and was looking very much like a plastic doll at the moment. Camila had undergone several surgeries to enhance her looks and now one could tell by looking at her face and breasts, that she had some work done. "What is it?" Grace asked tearing her eyes away from Camila's weird hair colour. "What exactly did you do? Why is Mr Enrique Black so interested in you?" "What are you talking about?" Grace frowned. "You thought I wouldn't find out, didn't you?" "Find out about what?" "You are sleeping with the guy, aren't you? Why did you have to make it seem like you weren't? That can be the only reason why he keeps asking for your services," Camila reasoned.

She is dressed in her black bikini and a black net robe, looking extremely sexy. Camilla quickly headed towards the dining table, but Candela was about to leave when.... "Ma'am," Camilla called, stopping Candela on her track as she looked at Camilla. "Yes?" Camilla fiddled with her fingers a bit nervously as she walked close to Candela a bit, who was staring at her and awaiting whatever she had to say. "What is it?" Candela asked. "I would like to talk to you about something," Camilla said, clearing her throat afterward.

She kept her head down, trying to ignore the unmistakable sounds that had ceased inside. She had worked with Camila long enough to be used to it, but it never ceased to be embarrassing. To the world, Camila Rodrigues was the “Pure and Innocent Goddess.” But the assistant knew the truth: Camila was insatiable and manipulative. If fans could hear the lewd moans of their “immaculate virgin,” the internet would crash. Half an hour passed—an unforgivable delay on a professional set—before the door finally opened. Camila emerged, walking with calculated slowness.

Camilla let out a shaky breath, running a hand through her hair. “And now you’re telling me he’s connected to me?” Dr. Ramirez swallowed hard. “Camilla—” “Do not ever tell that man about this,” Camilla said sharply. “The mistake was already enough bullshit. Don’t add more.” The two of them coughed awkwardly at the same time. “Uh… Mrs. Vega—” Ms. Alvarez started. “And stop calling me Mrs. Vega,” Camilla snapped, spinning toward her. “From now on, I am Camilla Montoya.”

“Damn you! how could I know? I haven’t had a chance to see even the back of her head!” Ben swore at his partner and whispered back with a frustrated tone. He looked at the picture sent to his email. This ‘Violet’ girl was smiling to the camera like a model! “But this one named Violet, she’s Thai-American. I don’t think she’s the one the boss wants but he might like this sexy Violet because she is his taste, woman with big boobs, skin as white as milk.” Ben said again, made James laughed in his throat and that made Ben grinned, too.

We’re horrified of what we don’t know. In the little pot of people with no social class, the lowest of the lowest she was always like a diamond among stones. With her curly and long black hair, the slim figure, that mischievous smile and seductive look in her green eyes, Camila moved her hips here and there, behaving as the mother she was at day but not at night.

I needed to put an end to this nonsense tonight. Camila was already there, dressed in a silky, revealing robe that barely covered her thighs. She looked like she had been waiting for me, as if she had planned every second of this. The moment she saw me, she smiled brightly and moved toward me with that practiced sway in her hips. “Xavier, baby, you finally came to visit me,” she purred, reaching out to pull me into a hug, her body pressing suggestively against mine, her breasts brushing my chest. “I knew you’d miss me.”

She works me without mercy, her knuckles rubbing against my sensitive spot. — You're so tight, little one. So hot. Are you going to come like this, standing in the entryway, like the little slut you are? I shake my head but my body says yes. I'm about to explode... — Enough. The voice cracks like thunder. Isadora withdraws her fingers. I stagger. She licks them slowly, savoring. I look up. Kael. At the top of a spiral staircase. Perfect black suit. High cheekbones. Square jaw. And those eyes, pale blue almost white. Ice. Death.

Vanessa cheered. "You're welcome Roger, now the next judge we have is the beautiful and sensational actress, Camila Reed. She's known for starring in several action movies and has a record of being the highest scorer in the popular arcade game, STRIVE. Let's give it up for Camila guys!" Alan clapped. "We love you, Camila!" The fans cheered, excitedly as Camila sashayed her way to her seat in a leather mini-skirt and a red V-neck blouse with high heels.