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I said, quickly ending the call. I swiped to my messages and waited several agonizing seconds for it to load. Finally … after all these years, there she was … my sweet Emilia. I finally had a picture of her. She was still breathtaking, still my perfect vision. I absentmindedly stroked the screen over her hair, trying to remember it's softness, it's tart scent. She was a goddess and my cock stirred, tightening my pants. Felix was suddenly awake and I felt his eyes shutter mine, trying to see the picture as well.

I blushed brighter at that memory. ‘I’m looking forward to seeing him naked.’ Emilia waggled her eyebrows. I sighed because, of course, the horny wolf would say that. And damn it, I agree. I want to see him naked.

Emma propped her phone against the stack of textbooks on her desk and fluffed her hair with her fingers, She kept shifting, tilting the phone left and right, trying to get the camera to stop blurring. Her old phone wasn’t exactly cooperating, not compared to Clara’s sleek, high resolution screen. “Clara, can you see me now? Is it clear? The camera keeps bugging.” Clara’s face popped up on the screen a second later, already grinning wide. “Oh, come on. I can see you now. Wait….. Emma, why aren’t you in your hoodie? And what’s that on your face? Are you… smiling?”

"Then let them have it. Let them watch. Let them see how much I need you. How much you need me. Even if it destroys us." His phone buzzed again on the floor. This time the message was a video attachment. Thirty seconds long. Marcus opened it with shaking fingers. It was them. In Clara’s bed. Emelia riding him reverse cowgirl, head thrown back, moaning his name while he gripped her hips and thrust up into her. The angle was perfect. Clear. Intimate. Damning. The message that came with it was short. *You two look so pretty when you think no one is watching. I have hundreds more. Tell Clara I said thank you for the key. I will be in touch soon.*

“That.” My gaze drops to the phone, a naked picture of her in a blue wig and a mask stares at me. Initially, I’m shocked, but I try to hide it. “Nudes?” “Swipe,” she says. I begin to swipe, it's different angles of her naked, some without her face in it, some in lingerie and then a video pops up, it's her on her bed, naked and licking a long huge dildo. That one makes me gasp, “Arielle—” I pause.

I'm not sure how much more of this I can take. I'm still wearing my workout clothes. My hand slides across my thigh and between my legs, pressing against the thin, stretchy fabric of my leggings right where I long so desperately to be touched. Up on the screen, the Emilia in the video is building toward the peak of her pleasure. Her little cries are coming more frequently, the movements of her hips becoming more urgent, and I find myself moving my fingers a little faster, rubbing myself through my leggings. On-screen Emilia is begging for release with every part of her body. It's plain for anyone who watches this to see. I think I'm a good actress, but I doubt anyone will believe I'm that go

Emily replied confidently, holding out her hand to Rayden, who then placed the earphones in Emily's hand. Then Emily chose a video with the highest number of views and the most sadistic content. The title piqued her curiosity, so Emily immediately watched the video. In the opening scene, a man wearing a mask and naked approached a beautiful woman with an impressive figure who was lying limply without clothes on a wooden floor.

I watched the footage again while lying in bed. The screen cast a glow over my face, her body flickering in 4K beneath my fingertips. Clarissa’s face, mouth slack, hair stuck to her cheeks with sweat. Her voice, raw and unfiltered. “Harder… don’t stop… oh God, please—” I had filmed it during our last session. She hadn’t known. Or maybe she had. Maybe she wanted to be caught in pixels and sin. I watched the part where she came. Again. Her hips jerked, her back arched, her legs shook.

The bedroom was dark. Only the bright light from a large tablet screen lit up Elena’s face. On the screen was a picture of Mike Hermes Vance, the world's biggest movie star. He had sharp eyes, a hard jawline, and a body that looked like it was carved out of marble. Elena stared at the picture. Her breath was already shallow. She lay flat on her back, her legs spread wide on her silk sheets. She was completely naked. The cool air from the fan blew over her skin, making her shiver.

she taps louder and rubs her hand scoundrelly as she lets out a demonic laughter. She could audition for the role of joker with that laughter and beat Heath Ledger at the role. She watches as the screenshots automatically sends and gets blue marked. “He has finished having his decade long shower....awwwn” She had sent the pictures anonymously and knew how much it would disturb her husband to the core. She closes her laptop slowly,throws it under her arm and walks briskly out of the library. Rachel sensually walks into the room,she sights Clarke who didn't notice her erotic entrance because he was dazed with confusion.