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I stepped out of both and stood there, bare from the waist down, my round ass and shaved pussy completely exposed. Slade let out a low, appreciative whistle. “Fuck me. Look at that ass. Plump, smooth, made for ink… and other things.” He stepped closer, his presence radiating heat. “Bend over the chair for me. Upper body down, ass up. Good girl.”

Ash chuckles as he sees plastic tits looking at us; he kisses me again before he says. "Fuck baby, you can't tell me that, I'm standing under a spotlight in a pair of gym shorts; if you move, everyone is going to see I only have eyes and a hard-on for you." I giggle as he holds me close, holy shit is he hard... By the time he's recovered enough to slide me to the floor. Stan walks onto the stage with a microphone in his hands. Ash raises his eyebrows, obviously unsure of what's going on, as Stan takes the microphone and says.

“Wake up! Wake up!” Kalisha shakes his body. “He no dey wake up. I hope he doesn’t have another nightmare.” Jymia mentions “maṣe yọ ara mi lẹnu pe Mo ni eyi (Don’t worry I got this)” Shani said with a smirk on her face. Both Kalisha and Jymia are worried about what Shani has in-store. Shani slaps him really hard. He suddenly wakes up, feeling the pain of her slap. He rubs his cheeks.

She led me to the car while I was hollow and unmoored. I hadn't managed a word before Andrew laid into me. "What stunt are you pulling? Did you come to my office in a hospital gown just to embarrass me? Reporters snapped photos and ran it as an entertainment piece!" He swept me from head to toe with a look of disgust and snapped, "You know I can't recognize you because of my prosopagnosia, and you still turned up looking like this?" I could only stare at him. The things I meant to say caught in my throat.

Standing on one leg and holding the pole with one hand, I grabbed my other leg and slowly pulled it into a stretch far behind my ear, showing off miraculous flexibility. "Bitch!" the brunette growled, jumping off the couch. His “admiration” of the show was immediately obvious, giving me mocking satisfaction. You haven’t seen anything yet, Shade. Should’ve let me go.

“We do have some unfinished business, don’t we?” Sly, Crazy, and Smart looked at each other with their blinded grins. “Alright.” The trio rose from the ground and stood on their feet. “We will obey, your decree, Your Holiness.” “Oh, y’all are SMART smart.” Black Shadow stroked his clean chin. Grabbing Mad, Sly took big strides toward Black Shadow. He had always been the type to walk with huge strides, but he was walking even faster before stopping right in front of Black Shadow. At his inexplicable actions, Black Shadow leaned on his cheek and tilted his face.

Even Hanan and Jiddah, they will brag about him smiling in their sister's wedding probably. There standing in front of them is none other than Shaddad Sunusi Lamido offering a panty dropping smile at the person in his car who everyone knows is his wife even before she stepped out. It is rumoured that he only smiles when she is around and now no one can doubt that, he is really smiling at his wife. The smile that will make you drool, sit down on the floor to keep in each moment in you. Bushra won't say she is immune, she is drooling at the sight and she knows it.

“Go to hell with your second chance. I like the one I’ve got right here.” What’s with criminals and being dumb? Frank moved his hands from the table, utterly disappointed. “Honestly, Mr Shade,” he said to him. “That’s a very poor choice you’ve made.” Shady looked at him with scorn. “The name’s Shady, not Mr Shade,” he muttered in annoyance, feeling disgusted by his actual name. “I ain’t gonna warn you no more.”

Ben straightened up and looked at the still surprised Shane, he needed to remind him that time was not on their side “Shane it is now or never, just man up, okay. Pull up your sleeves in fact take off that stupid shirt off. So that you can remain with a vest .I want you to show them, this beautiful abs you always showcase to those prostitute. I think today they have found a better use.” He finished saying and then ruffled his hair playfully not worried the death stare Shane was giving him.

"To think you're wearing trash that I've discarded. Only beggars would want other people's leftovers, Janae," I said. A crisp slap rang out, and my face burned. Marcus looked at me, then at the hand he'd used to slap me. His gaze was shifty; he didn't dare meet my eyes. Janae, who'd looked aggrieved, secretly shot me a smug look. She was showing off to me. She said, "Don't get mad at Ms. Granger because of me, Mr. Gray. I'm just a stand-in…"