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As their tongues danced, their fingers pulled, unzipped, and unbuttoned the various layers of tactical gear, travel clothing, normal clothing, and then finally underwear until they lay naked against one another in the twilight desert. "People could be watching us," Brooke whispered in his ear in between kisses pressed to his neck. "I'm just going to ignore that," he whispered back. "If I think about it too much, you might be very disappointed tonight." Brooke pulled back and covered his mouth with her hand. "Right, forget I said anything. We are all alone out here and no one is watching." She released her hand and replaced it with her lips. Tom's fingers traced the soft curves of her breasts

I told myself I was just checking to make sure the equipment was secured, but that was a lie. I wanted to see her. Brooke was bathed in the overhead light, alone in the sea of mirrors. She was wearing a pair of charcoal-grey leggings that clung to her like a second skin, and a thin, white racerback tank top that was translucent with sweat. Every time she descended into a deep squat, her heavy breasts bounced with a mesmerizing, heavy weight. Her entire posture looked like she was begging for it. Not just for the exercise, but for the touch.

I ask, waggling my eyebrows. Brooke’s eyes dart nervously to the swimming hole, then back to mine. “What?” she asks hoarsely, releasing her hold on me and taking a step back. I chuckle, raking a hand through my hair. “C’mon, kid,” I coax, grabbing for the hem of my t-shirt and pulling it off overhead. “Live a little.” ~ BROOKE

His hands circled her waist as he drew her closer to him and pinned her onto his chest. "I think I might gag," Nina said and she made vomiting noises. "They actually make a cute couple," I said. "Looks are very deceiving. Brooke is such a bitch. She's awful, bossy and loud. No amount of money could change a person's ugly attitude and personality," Nina said. I watched as Brooke pulled away and left the cafeteria with her clique following in step behind her. My eyes darted back to Jevan and as if he was altered, he was staring right back at me.

My cock fills her throat, the tight fit making me throb. She slowly withdraws, lips tracing length, threads of saliva spanning our juncture. Then she dives down again, more swiftly now. Her head bobs rhythmically, up and down, slurping sounds echoing through the quiet woods. I gaze at her breasts jouncing under her tank top with each movement, nipples straining through the fabric. Brooke's other hand is on my balls, circling them gently as she sucks. She rocks her head back and forth, tongue working the veins.

“My claws have been with plenty of partners in the forest, but never in front of a live audience! Time for a real territory thrill, right?” He strips down to his underwear in no time at all and reaches his big arms straight out for my skin. “Back off, don't your dirty hands touch my body!” I scream, fighting the searing, hot pain inside my broken kneecaps as my boots desperately scramble backwards against the logs. Brooke, seeing the rogue man’s slow procrastination and apparently itching for some violent drama in her soul, marches forward in her high leather boots and yanks my hair hard, dragging my whole frame right back to the center.

on top of me his thrusts are savage it's painful at this point as I claw at him to stop he doesn't then I feel him coming inside me he stays there until he's sure I have milked him dry. I just lay there out of breath shocked that my sweet seventeen year old step brother just attacked me in the back of his truck.

That sound didn’t come from a place of arousal though, it was an attempt to voice my disinterest in any sexual act, but something forced that argument back down my throat before I could even voice it out. Brooke mistook it for encouragement and made her mouth join in by replacing her hands with it. She gave me one of the sloppiest blowjobs I’d ever experienced, but I didn’t still feel any shred of attraction or sexual stimulation. She’d even taken off her shirt so that her boobs were bouncing as she moved her head about while sucking my dick, but the sight wasn’t doing any good as long as seducing me was concerned. After a while of failing to get hard, Brooke sighed tiredly and got off her f

It was a large phoenix, and the drawing was detailed, its wings stretched as if mid-flight with orange flames licking at its tail feathers. Bree shoved Bryon with her foot from across the chair, her small frame surprisingly strong. “Put a shirt on, you barbarian!” she exclaimed. Bryon barely reacted; he just swatted her foot away lazily as his eyes remained glued to the screen. “Relax, Bree. It’s just skin.” “It’s indecent, and no one wants to see your naked chest.” Bree declared dramatically, crossing her arms. “You have traumatized Octavia."