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“Who can though? For me, they’re perfectly match-made in heaven. Can you also see it? The chemistry between them, it was overflowing! Ah, I’m definitely a girl’s girl.” “Right! Let’s just support them both. Besides, I really idolized Ms. Ashanti in terms of fashion.” They giggled like official fanatics who joined the club. I don’t think I can still hear more of their topic so I decided to totally make my leave. I already passed through them when they finally noticed me as I heard their murmurs from behind. “Wait. Isn’t she Beverly Brook?” “That’s really her. But girls, have you heard about the rumors before?”

If; when; Brooke lost, she’d finally get to indulge in that attraction, whereas she might otherwise never get the chance since Brooke was so uptight about homosexuality being morally wrong. But that had put her in her current position, tied over the horse of one of Mason’s friends, getting 100 spankings and 100 whip-strokes before he’d fuck her. The video camera was in front of her and a little to her right, catching every tear that fell from her slightly tilted hazel eyes. She hated that she was tied, she hated that she was in pain, and most of all she hated that despite all of her feelings about the situation, her pussy was wet.

I grabbed her ankles, yanked her toward the edge of the bed and pushed her thighs back against her chest, folding her in half. “Hold your legs,” I ordered. “Don’t let go.” She obeyed instantly, grabbing the back of her knees, completely exposed and open for me. I lined up and slammed back inside her soaked pussy with one powerful stroke, driving even deeper in this new position. “Fuuuuck!” Shelly cried out loudly, her voice cracking. She couldn’t stop moaning….loud, shameless and desperate sounds were spilling from her mouth with every thrust. I braced my hands on either side of her head and fucked her harder, using my full weight to pin her down. The sound of my hips smacking against her as

I won’t bow to his accusations and intimidations. He hovers over my height, his eyes boring into mine with so much sincerity that shakes me to my bones. “I have a video of you embracing, kissing, and doing all the dirty romance that would have the entire world bury you and that Joe alive if it leaked out. Do you still want to challenge me?”

Alex said but Ethan wasn't buying it. " Alex…..What do you mean ???" Ethan frowned. " Lower your horses, Ethan…, We have done this before so why are you getting so worked up " Alex teased his younger brother but Ethan on the other hand wasn't finding it funny. " I am not saying we haven't done it before but don't you think we should stop, Sara looks like a vulnerable person, I mean she looks sad and even broken, What are we going to do to her will be salt to injury" Ethan sighed and Alex burst in laughter.

Marla's grunts let Brooke know when enough was enough. "Brooke!" Libra gasped. "You are fucking my sister's ass with Cáel dick." "I am, aren't I?" Brooke seemed surprised with herself. "Feels great Brooke," Marla sniggered. "Keep it up. Ram that big cock in me." Three more strokes and Brooke's hand would no longer fit between Marla's tailbone and my pelvis. She sat back on her haunches, somewhat disappointed her role had come to an end.

Kelly pleaded. “I can't believe this. My video camera that I thought I had lost actually captured everything that happened that night. And it turned out that Mr Brooks never did anything to me?”. Debbie paused for a minute, before she started crying happily. She was especially happy because Mr Brooks had never succeeded in having his way with her that night as she had thought.

he smiled placing his hands on her hips. "I do say," She grinned. "And I would like it very much if you would come and dance with me. I promise to keep myself in control so big brother doesn't think anything," she teased, sliding her hand up around his neck. ⚠️(WARNING) ⚠️ This contains graphic depictions of violence, sexuality, strong language, and/or other mature themes, so reading is under own responsibility

“She’s gonna be here with us for the next few weeks, so let’s try to make her feel at home.” I smile at Brooke appreciatively, then listen as she points around the table naming people off. I’m actually terrible with names, so I doubt I’m going to remember half of them. I’ve totally got the girls down, since there are only four, but the ten guys’ names have already escaped me. “Alright, you ready to conference with your pack?” Brooke asks after she’s finished introducing everyone. “For sure,” I nod. Brooke clicks around the screen with her mouse to connect the video chat, and moments later, I see Rico’s face on the screen set against the backdrop of the Denver hive.

Nyra stared at the screen blankly for a few seconds before raising an eyebrow, “Why am I looking at a picture of Professor Moore?” Elara turned her head sharply to her friend, tears pooling in her eyes, “That's my brother” Nyra inhaled loudly, the sound harsh in the quiet of the room, like she’d been punched in the chest. “What the fuck.”