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Damien was hard masking Celestine cheeks burn. "That's what you do to me" Damien whispered hoarsely. His words were sexy to her ears making her legs jelly with all those sweet words. Damien quickly got rid of her night gown and threw it carelessly and her black lace bra appeared before him. It wasn't covering much so he could see her fine outlines. Damien gently bit her bud from the bra making her moan. His hands caressed her back and drew invisible circles at her flat tummy, making her stomach churn with foreign feelings. In between her legs were throbbing and she could feel how wet she was which make her embarrassed.

Almost half an hour later, Diane had managed to save herself from being crushed to death. Diane could feel sweat run down her neck despite the air condition being on. She sat beside his legs as she got his shoes off his foot followed by his socks. Diane hesitates a minute before she proceeds to unbutton his shirt, button after button her hands grazing the hot skin of his chest. The shirt finally came off and she was surprised to see how broad his shoulders are. This isn't the first time she was seeing a male adult naked but this is the first time she would see him with no clothes covering his skin.

Everyone looked at her, and she never missed the gasp from Emerson, Merly, and Emerose Morgan, who were now holding their breath in disbelief, standing before her friend. Young Morgan stands in front of them wearing her bare back, off-shoulder emerald green evening dress with a slit in the front that is half of her thigh-high paired with an emerald green stiletto and adorned with jewelry made with pure emerald green crystals. She looked so elegant and beautiful that Jace, standing not too far away, couldn’t help but feast his eyes.

Morgan giggled. "Who?" "The Marlboro man on the billboard, you remember him, right? Ruggedly handsome and riding a horse but without the smoking." "Elliott doesn't smoke, thank goodness." Sam went to the couch and sat beside Morgan. "But the ruggedly handsome part definitely applies." She giggled. "So, what are we doing tomorrow? I want to go shopping for a new dress for my date. Ew, that even sounds funny." Morgan put her wine glass on the coffee table, leaned back and closed her eyes.

" I roll my eyes. It's the third time she's said that since we've sat down in the diner and ordered. She's said it twice before we'd ordered, and three more times on the way and I can't help but feel a bit strained from her words. "I know it's a big dilemma," I said simply, reaching for my food. "I have to look at him on a regular basis it's pure torture."I say , really it is. Ogling those his huge muscles without having to touch them kills me. Damn that stupid clause! Morgan slumped forward and rested her chin in her hands. "He's so beautiful. Like a sculpture in an art museum like a Greek God or Adonis. Totally beautiful. Like someone picked all the best parts of a man and decided to put t

HUNJI/KIAN Morgan waded out of the water, her dress clinging to her body. The sheer white material - completely see-through showing off every soft curve of hers. The pink of her nipples on her large breasts teased my eyes. My sight shifted down with much regret until they landed on her flat stomach and the plump curves of her ass.

This was Morgan Fairchild—the woman people praised to be the eternal goddess! Not too long after Javier changed into his swimwear and got out, Morgan came out as well. It was undeniable that her figure was still admirable and envy-evoking even when she was in her fifties. She wore a black one-piece swimsuit with a skirt bottom. The upper had spaghetti straps with a floral pattern, while the bottom was a ruffled lace skirt. It was an ordinary-looking swimsuit, but she made it look sexy, especially the perkiness in front of her that was bare from the low front. They were hardly relevant to her age. Their fairness and suppleness could totally rival a young woman of 27 or 28 years old. It was am

Standing at a statuesque 5'10", Diane Hartman was truly a marvel to behold. Every inch of her body was toned to perfection, with just enough sleek muscle to give her a tight and fit look, but without going in any way overboard. Her incredible, perky ass stuck out inches behind her back, and the luscious cheeks were unbelievable in their firmness. Below, they gave way to her thick, flawless thighs, which then tapered off to the rest of her phenomenal legs. Above, a slight hint of abs could be seen on her flat midriff, and even higher?... Well, that's where all eyes would be drawn to first. Diane's breasts, a generous D-cup, stood proudly, and with next to no sag. Round and soft, those fleshy

“Do the honors.” Shawn slipped a USB from his pocket. “Better save this first. No telling if it’ll vanish.” He moved quickly. Keys clicked. Then the email opened. The room breathed in sharply as one. Photos filled the screen. Morgan, caught in a filthy brothel—not the sleek clubs we knew, but a low, stinking place. His trousers around his knees, women draped over him. In one frame, even a man. Everything exposed, spread deliberately. I swallowed hard. My throat was dry. God, no… And that was only the start.

she shrugged inwardly. It wasn’t a big deal. It’s not like he hasn’t seen me naked before… Ugh. There goes my dirty mind again… “I haven’t seen that movie,” he said gruffly. “So I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She grinned wider. “It would be an honor if you could paint me like Jack Dawson painted Rose DeWitt Bukater. I suggest you watch the movie and let me know what you think. I’m willing to pay, whatever the price.”