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Slowly, my hand drops to the hem of my dress, but I don't pull it up immediately. “Let me reintroduce myself, fans. I’m Eloise.” I dump my ass on the couch, directly facing the camera. “The lady who fucks her dirty pussy with her wrist… Yes…” I laugh and spread out my legs, waiting, as if they’re staring at my pussy. I look down, enjoying seeing it breathe. What's more beautiful is how I’m already wet. Dripping wet. So wet that the camera will catch the crispy effect. My pussy juice literally thins out in a filthy, slimy line over the hole of my pussy.

“Eliza, what the hell is going on?” The screen tilted. And there she was. Eliza, reclining lazily in a silk robe, sipping coffee like it was just another morning. Her hair was twisted into a loose bun, and she barely looked at the screen. “Morning, princess,” she purred. “Don’t freak out. I’m just resolving a little situation.” “What the hell is this?!” Eliza glanced sideways at the screen, eyes slightly narrowed. “It’s not a video, darling. It’s real-time.”

My jaw dropped. Zara was on her bed, completely naked, her pale skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat under the soft glow of ring lights set up around the room. Multiple cameras were positioned strategically—one on a tripod facing the bed, another on her desk capturing a side angle, and her laptop screen showing a live feed. She was arched back against plush pillows, legs spread wide, one hand between her thighs moving rhythmically with a massive vibrating dildo, the other pinching and twisting her swollen nipples hard enough to leave red marks. Her eyes were half-closed in ecstasy, lips parted as she gasped and whimpered like a bitch in heat.

Without another word, Clurife took hold of his silverware and began to cut into his food; he looked completely satisfied with himself. James opened his blue-gray eyes and instantly regretted it. He squinted against the bright orb, which was just past its zenith and, not for the first time, admired the person lying next to him. Eliza was propped up on her elbows pecking away at her tablet and wearing nothing but an expensive ivory bikini. Her red hair was pulled up into her go-to ponytail and her skin seemed to glow a brilliant gold. The freckles that graced her impeccable skin were highlighted even more.

#Cassius Aleister North# #Los Angeles# #The supernaturals# Did you see the six inches purple vibrator she pulled out of her bag? ♥Elena's POV♥ The sound of the cool water rippling around while Cass tried several swimming styles didn't only lessen my anxiety but helped quench my horny side.

“OH gosh! I should video this” Eliza said excitedly and took her phone from beside her. She began to video “this is crazy” Mari said and picked a nugget with a fork and brought it to my mouth. I gently opened my mouth and took it “awwwn this is so cute!” Eliza wined “I'm so loving this!” Wini giggled I looked at Goldie and winked at her. She blushed and bent her head. I used my right hand to lift it up then used my left hand to point to my open mouth, gesturing to her that she has to feed me

Alejandro scrolled through the options, stopping at one with the naughtiest title. Elise wrinkled her nose. “Really? You want to see this?” “Yes,” he said with a light blush. “What’s wrong with it?” Her brows shot up. “Nothing at all. Totally educational.” His laugh rumbled low in his chest. When the film reached a particularly graphic scene, Elise groaned and buried her face in the throw pillow. “This is unsettling. It’s raw, nasty intimacy that’s… above me.” “Oh, stop acting innocent.” Alejandro turned, his eyes glinting. “If you’re that innocent, would you be pregnant?”

Some of them had been huge blockbuster action movies. Within the search results were more YouTube links. A couple of them stuck out to him. They proclaimed, "Shasta Pyke nude scenes." Blake breathed out forcefully and leaned back in his chair. Did he really want to go there? Cautiously, he clicked the first link. There was a close-up of Shasta from the waist up, her perfect round breasts filling the screen. Her scene partners, two men, were completely dressed. The on-screen conversation lasted a good five minutes and the editing kept coming back to her tits from every angle and distance.

“I have no idea how his dad even knows my dad. This is going to be awkward as hell.” “Hmm, that’s terrible,” Elara murmured, but her attention was already drifting. She was smiling down at her phone, biting the corner of her lip in that way she did when something juicy caught her eye. Elias leaned over, trying to peek at her screen. “Spill. What’s making you smile like that?” Elara laughed softly and tilted the phone so he could see. The photo showed a very well-endowed guy, shirtless, with an impressive bulge clearly visible in his underwear.

She was stark and nude, with some naked guy behind her with his hand covering her breasts and his lips on her lips. Her face was partially covered with her hair, but I knew Gwen very well; I knew every inch of her body. I flipped through the pages of the magazines and found about five more of them: in a hot tub, showering, on the bed, making out on the kitchen counter, and in a pool. Everything about them screamed erotica. The last thing I wanted was a picture of them having sex. I sighed internally when I saw nothing close to a picture of that sort. "Dyl, calm down. Maybe it's not what it looks like," Ezra said, squeezing my shoulder gently.