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I shook my head and left a comment: “That looks fake. Who believes in werewolves anyway? They don’t exist.” I was relieved that many people agreed, claiming it was fake. But some were curious and wanted to see more. I clicked the profile of the man who posted it. I was about to message him to remove the photo when someone called me. “Natasha.” I shrieked, nearly dropping the phone, and turned to see Ethan. He was half-naked, wearing only boxers. He was drying his hair with a towel, drops of water running down his neck.

"Your thoughts are too filthy! Isabella Watson's family background is also decent. Maybe she doesn't value money. Although the assistant doesn't have much money, maybe he is skilled in bed." "Tsk, the private lives of wealthy people are much more wonderful than we imagined. I never expected this Ms. Watson to be so promiscuous." There was even more vulgar language online. I gritted my lips tightly, trying to stay calm. Luke next to me had just finished reading the content on the hot search, and his face looked ashen. "May I ask if the person in the photo is you? "Charlotte forced me to ask. "Yes, the person in the photo is me... "I did not deny it.

She never showed her face, never spoke, just moved with a sensuality that made grown men weep. And right now, at 1 AM in his best friend's guest room, Ethan had his cock in his hand and Scarlet on his laptop screen. The video was one of her private exclusives....the kind that cost $500 and was worth every fucking penny. She was on a bed, wearing nothing but that signature red mask and black heels, touching herself with a glass dildo that caught the light as it slid in and out of her perfect pussy. Ethan stroked himself faster, his breathing heavy, completely lost in the fantasy.....

While other disperse too, everything ended fast. "Stop making me feel worse than this, you know what you did with her? Did they all know about your secret meeting with her?" Natasha blurted out. She has always want to keep it hidden from him that he knows about their little meeting that happened between them. But on her way in,, Quinn has sent her a video of them naked. They were both naked and Authur was on top of her. They are in a romance and seems like an interesting and enjoyable experience. "What do you mean by that? Don't just assume things on your head without proof?" Authur expression darkened.

"He asked for my math assignment. I decline. He tried to hit on me .I slapped his hand away " "Liar !!!" "I am not lying Kelly ....and i don't want someone as filthy as him to even look at me " "Shut upp! You slut !!" What did she just call me ? She called you a slut ??!! She called ANNA WATSON a slut .. Ok Ok "Bitch ....don't get me mad " i stated . She chuckled . "You are such a whore " Thats it .. I grabbed her hand twisted it behind her back earing a big "oww " from her

* wink * ' I immediately view the account of the person who sent a private message and goes straight to the media section to see its photos, I scroll through the media and smirk when I saw the first photo, a man in a shower room wearing a very tight black Calvin Klein boxer. Even though his face is blurred, you can see in the shape of his body that he is handsome. His six-pack abs make me want to worship his body, his nipples are pinkish, I find it attractive. I scrolled down again to see more of his photos until I saw his completely nude picture. I was shocked to see his dick standing between his legs. It’s huge and the girth of his dick is massive, it looks like he’s about eleven or twelve

I pressed the back of my hand to my mouth to take it back. Dozens of photos of me... Fully, completely naked, the way you only are when you're certain you're alone — stepping out of the shower with my hair dripping down my spine, sprawled on top of the covers on several hot nights, on my knees on the mattress reaching for the lamp, legs mostly open because who closes their legs alone in their own locked room? "Jesus," I whispered. “This isn’t happening.”

"No wonder you always turn us down whenever we ask you to go out for lunch. So you were having lunch with your sugar daddy instead. You really have no shame!" Kaia Watson, my lunch buddy, spat disdainfully with eyes full of scorn. After the lunch break ended, my colleagues had gradually returned to their desks. When Frankie Leach from the sales department heard the argument, he chimed in as well. "Yelena Linden, if you had the nerve to sleep with the boss, then we aren't exactly crossing the line when we use your face for a little entertainment, right?"

“What do you think you've done?” At Yasmine's stunned reply, the woman went on, “Seducing our husbands with your wanton body and inappropriate attires.” “I actually saw Jared masturbating to a picture of her on his phone yesterday,” said another woman, shaking her head. “I wonder where he got it from.” “No doubt the whore must have sent it to him.” replied the previous woman before reaching it and squeezing Yasmine's nipples through her clothes. “Ahhh,” the girl screamed in pain. “You'll be screaming more than that when we're through with you. Grab her, ladies.”

I believed our mate bond was unbreakable. Today was our fourth wedding anniversary. I sat alone in the empty dining room when my phone buzzed with a video from an anonymous number. The instant I opened it, a woman's obscene moans pierced my ears. On screen, a voluptuous woman lay naked and face-down on a bed, her pale ass raised high. A powerful man was fucking her from behind with savage abandon. The man's face wasn't visible, but his thick cock was slamming into her soaking wet pussy, each withdrawal dragging out thick white streaks before plunging back in to the hilt.