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She doesn't like sweat, but Mitch was her soul mate so she let it slide. Cassie plopped up on her elbows as Mitch hovered over her. “You seem thirsty Alpha Mitch,” she licked her lips seductively. Mitch's cock struggled painfully against his pants. He loved the way she called him Alpha Mitch. “Don't tease me, Cassandra,” he warned. She widened her legs, giving him a glimpse into paradise. “Who said I was teasing anybody?” "Fuck!" He gulped. She wasn't wearing any underwear. Her pink pussy was just staring into his face. Beautifully crafted by — well, he didn't know who crafted it, since Cassandra worshipped Jesus and he worshipped the Moon Goddess.

I brushed it off, determined to enjoy our make-believe game. But then Cassandra's voice interrupted my thoughts, reminding me that it was time to leave. My heart skipped a beat as I realized I hadn't even changed out of my regular clothes. I quickly got up and made my way to my room, feeling flustered. But when I saw Cassandra, my jaw dropped. She looked stunning. She was wearing a short, nude-colored skirt that hugged her curves in all the right places, paired with a tight, satin sapphire blue blouse that left little to the imagination. Her fiery red hair cascaded in waves down her back, and she completed the look with nude wedge heels that accentuated her legs.

He nodded, but stayed leaning against the wall, watching for her lead. Cassy held his gaze while slowly walking backwards towards the pool. She lifted her t-shirt as she went, pulling it over her head and dropping it on the floor. Then, she unbuttoned her trousers and paused only to slip them from her legs before continuing to the water’s edge in only her bra and underwear. She swayed her hips as she went and felt the pressure of his eyes hungry on her flesh. When she reached the pool’s edge, she turned her back to him but looked over her shoulder as she tucked her thumbs into the band of her knickers and drew them down over her hips and letting them drop and pool at her feet. Then, she unho

# The place was packed when I managed to take a seat in one of the high leather chairs, catching the eyes of a group of nude women who flocked to me. I recognized the leader, Cassandra, by her high tan breasts and the burgundy-colored feather boa she was strangling herself with. “Your Grace! Goodness, what a surprise to see you here,” she purred, tracing one claw over the center of my chest before dipping it into her mouth as the other ladies giggled. Only two seconds in and I was already feeling the effects of the music and the rut of sweaty bodies. Finally! Somewhere I was wanted! “Missed me ladies?”

MARCO I stood by the window, a cigarette burning between my fingers as I watched—HER. Cassandra moved in the water like she knew I was watching. Thick tanned thighs simmering, while her breasts bobbed out of the thin fabric, and the color? Fuck. Red was her perfect color. She seems to have added weight in the right places lately. She rose from the water, diving back slowly, and I just couldn’t erase that image forming—her bent over at the edge, on her knees, gripping tightly while I fucked her silly.

Eight fifty. Cassandra turned to face him, her back to the bed. Her eyes were blazing. “He’ll call in ten minutes.” She reached behind her back and slowly, audibly, pulled down the zipper of her dress. It pooled at her feet, leaving her in only a pair of black lace panties, the red soles of her high heels, and the diamond studs. Her body was a pale, glorious sin in the dim room. “I want you to fuck me on his bed,” she commanded, her voice low and rough. “I want you to ruin his perfect sheets. I want to scream your name while I’m looking at his picture.”

I'll take a shower first before I fight Cyril. I also spent half an hour in the bathroom before I finally came out. I wore dark denim jeans and a black sandal. I paired the shirt with a black leather jacket. I look like I'm a sassy ass gay. I'm still so beautiful. I also wear the shoes that Cyril sent me last time. There's that little knife and I don't know how he did that thing. That gay man is very talented when it comes to things like this so I won't wonder why he sends high tech. I picked up the cellphone. It immediately rang and I immediately saw Cyril's name there.

She didn't responded to his question as she get off her night gown and pull out a dress, Hayden instantly knows she is leaving for MT castle. It is dangerous out there, he knows. He stood up from the bed and walk to Isabella. He stood for a second as he arrived on a decision. Hayden wrapped his arms around her from behind. He received the dress from her fingers and tossed it aside before covering her breasts with his palm. Isabella shut her eyes, sucking on her breath. She told herself to wringgle free but her body won't do as her brain says. Hayden put a little pressure as he stroke the white breasts softly. He graze the nipples between his thumb and forefinger for a while without saying a

CASSANDRA The whisper swells, each day a little more, like a dark tide rising in the heart of the damp walls that never recedes, crawling through the narrow corridors, hissing between the twisted bars, slipping into the breathless whispers of the cafeteria, until it saturates the very air, so that we no longer speak only of the princess who has fallen from her pedestal, but of me, Cassandra, the one who does not bend, the one already called the bite, the one who laughs when the blood spurts and pain becomes spectacle. And around me, without me calling for it, without me demanding it, a pack begins to weave, fiber by fiber, an unstable but growing circle, composed of women who approach with h

He ripped off the rest of his clothes and then he was standing in front of her, naked and massively aroused. Cassandra sat up on the side of the bed and reached for him, pulling him to her. She looked up at him as her hand closed around his arousal and as she took him into her mouth. She could feel that he was trying to control himself. He brought a hand to her head, she felt it shaking. But he wouldn’t let her bring him to the edge or beyond.