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Foolishly, she removed all of her clothes except her undies. “Miss Chloe, I do not like to repeat myself.” I placed my head on my chin waiting for the show. All for a man. “Ok.” She pulled off everything and I didn’t fail to take my chance. I touched her everywher,e making sure my face did not sho; itt was obvious she was doing somethin; thee perso,n howeve,r was unknown. “Now that I have you right where I want you. You will be my slave, you will do everything I ask you to.” My hands were under her boobs kneading it and smiling as the red light beeped on the camera. What a perfect view.

Instead of pulling away angrily, Chloe gasped and ground back against the other woman, her large eyes never leaving Kyle. He looked at the back of the DVD and saw it was scene after scene of women having anal intercourse. He brought his eyes back up to hers. She was almost shaking with fear of rejection. "You want this?" he asked quietly. She trembled but nodded slightly. "Say it, dirty girl! Say the words," Charlize growled as she pinched Chloe's stiff nipples. "Yes! Yes, I want it," Chloe gasped out, arching her back to follow Charlize's tugging fingers.

Didn't she know how attractive she was now? Today, Chloe was wearing a long-sleeved chiffon dress. Because she fell into the water, the clothes on her body were tightly attached to her body, perfectly showing her exquisite figure, which made people's imagination go wild. The distance between their lips was only a few centimeters, but Lin Beichen was shocked by his words. He was stunned for two seconds, and then there was an itch in his nose. "Ha ha!" Chloe could not help but spit on Marvin's face.

Her body was shaking, and the heat radiating from between her legs was unmistakable. "They hurt. They are so hot and sensitive. Ever since the booth, they've been throbbing." "Show me," I commanded simply. Chloe hesitated for a single second before her hands gripped the bottom of her sweater. She pulled it completely over her head and threw it onto the floor. She wasn't wearing a bra underneath. Her massive, heavy breasts spilled out into the dim light of the living room, completely bare and gorgeous. Her dark pink nipples were swollen and wet from where I had bitten them earlier, standing straight up like tight little berries.

Standing on the threshold was Chloe. She looked effortlessly gorgeous, wearing a cropped light-wash denim jacket, high-waisted white trousers, and a pair of oversized designer sunglasses pushed up into her bouncy, voluminous blonde hair. She was holding a brown paper bag from a high-end Upper West Side bakery in one hand and her sleek leather purse in the other. Chloe was Liam’s girlfriend—and she was one of only three people on the entire planet who knew that this high-profile sports romance was a completely fabricated, legally binding corporate facade.

My knees give out, and I sink to the floor, clutching my chest as if I can physically hold the pain in place, keep it from ripping me apart. It doesn’t work. Nothing works. With trembling hands, I pick up the phone again. The photo fills the screen. Chloe. Naked. Smiling like she won something. One hand behind her head, the other strategically placed — barely — over her pubic area. Her double-Ds are completely uncovered, full and unapologetic, her nipples darker than mine, smug in a way that feels personal. Even her body looks arrogant. My lungs forget their job. I try to breathe, but the air won’t come. It’s like my chest has collapsed inward, crushed by the weight of what I’m seeing.

Not now, not after everything. I pushed the bedroom door open, and the sight before me froze me in place. There, in the dim light of the room, Chloe was on the bed, naked, tangled in the sheets. And Brad, equally exposed, was on top of her, thrusting with a desperation that made my stomach turn. Chloe's back arched, a throaty moan escaping her lips. The sight of them, so entwined, so caught up in their moment, felt like a dagger to my chest.

Her nipples were stiff, pink, and sensitive. Damien's gaze dropped to them. He reached out and pinched one lightly, rolling it between his fingers. Pleasure shot straight to her core. "Shorts next." Chloe hooked her thumbs in the waistband and pushed them down. The fabric slid over her hips, revealing her smooth, shaved pussy. A string of her arousal stretched from her slit to the crotch of the shorts before breaking. She stepped out of them, now completely naked in front of him. Damien's hand moved back to his cock, stroking slowly as he looked her over. "Beautiful. Tiny body, tight little cunt. Turn around and bend over the desk."

~ Miles POV I thought I knew what to expect seeing Chloe naked this close up, but I found myself gawking at every detail of her while helping her out of her clothes. I saw her in the videos, and I saw her briefly on her first morning here when Nonna burst into Mick’s room. Seeing her body on a screen and from my peripheral vision was nothing compared to seeing her up close. I could define each and every feature of her body, and found each new detail more perfect and mind-numbing than the previous.

At the school gate, Chloe was already waiting. She wore a white camisole dress, a full face of makeup, and her hair was curled into big waves. She looked like she was about to walk a red carpet. "You're wearing that to hike?" I asked. "It looks good on camera." She checked her makeup through the front camera of her phone. "Tell me, does this lipstick shade look good on video?" Chloe turned toward me. Her lips were painted a deep red.