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Straight-passing as hell, always with some girl on his arm, but that didn’t stop the fantasies. I locked the door behind me, yanked my phone out, and pulled up the hidden folder. There he was—shirtless pics I’d screenshotted from Jordan’s I*******m stories over the months. Ethan at the beach, water dripping down his abs. Ethan spotting weights at the gym, veins popping on his biceps. My hand was already shoving down my shorts, wrapping around my throbbing dick as I leaned against the sink.

Whisper the dirty things we would do to her while we fucked the shit out of each other. I paused at the door and watched Charlotte stand up from her chair and stretch. She raised her arms over her head, pushing her huge tits out. They looked like they were ready to fall out of her skimpy top and I had the brief thought of standing behind her and untying it. Letting it fall away so Jack, who would be in front of her, could... I hurriedly shoved my key in the door and let myself in. It had been a long time since I had been with a woman and normally didn't think about it that much. Lately though, my mind had been going down that path quite often. Probably because tomorrow was national nude day,

Two of them were already shirtless, their chests glistening with a light sheen of sweat, one was down to his underwear, and the bearded guy had lost everything now, sitting there completely naked, his cock resting semi-hard against his thigh, thick and veined. “Well, damn, you actually showed up,” Watson said, taking a step closer, his cologne mixing with the faint scent of sweat from the game, making my head swim. He looked even better this close, his jaw sharp, eyes dark with amusement. “I thought maybe you’d get cold feet and stay hidden behind those curtains.” I swallowed hard, my cheeks burning hot under their stares, but my body was alive with a buzz I couldn’t ignore, my nipples tight

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.... The door creaked. He froze, his hand still wrapped around his cock, and turned to see a figure in the doorway.

They all pretended to be busy, as if sudden bouts of spreadsheet formatting had become urgent national security issues. “Details,” I demanded, rolling my chair closer, elbows on the desk. “I need to know what kind of sexual trauma can incapacitate a grown woman for twelve hours. Spill.” She made a show of stretching and back arching, revealing just how many vertebrae had gotten a workout. “Well, since I knew we were mates, I walked into his room at 2 a.m. naked and put my nipple in his mouth." "Vera!" I snorted. “Preach.”

Krista exclaimed in well-acted shock. "Just some pictures I had laying around. I thought maybe it was time they saw the light of day." I reached down to the pile of pictures at Donna's feet, pulling out a truly damning picture. In it Donna was leaning back in a hot-tub, her arms stretched across the back, eyes closed. Her breasts were well up out of the water, and her nipples were clearly hard. Krista was standing between her legs, and leaning towards her, naked as the day she was born, her delicious ass just hovering at the top of the water.

She had no more strength left in her, all her energy had dried up from the non-stop beatings in the last few days. A high heel suddenly appeared and viciously pressed against the back of her palm on the floor. Scarlett screamed from the stabbing pain. "You are so fucking pathetic, Scarlett. The way you desperately try to hold on to the formula is disgusting! You are just an abandoned wife and daughter. Who are you to hide the information about Drug F-350 from us? Spit it out, bitch!" Natasha Watson spat venomously.

I nodded at him, now it was time for Scott to stop wasting our time and start spilling some beans. “You guys didn’t hear what happened?” He teased even further and I was already getting mad, he was so used to doing that rubbish, so much it irked me right now. “What happened?” I snapped and Scott jolted slightly before he proceeded to explain. “On the last day of our school trip, a video of a nude girl was uploaded to the school website,” He leaned in to whisper the rest of the details. “The girl is Valentina.” My eyes widened in surprised, what the hell did he mean by that?

Ethan was naked. Completely, gloriously naked, skin golden in the afternoon sun that poured through his windows. He had a girl on her hands and knees on the bed, some pretty blonde I vaguely recognized from his I*******m stories. Her back was arched, face pressed into the sheets, fingers clawing at the linen while he drove into her from behind with slow, punishing strokes. I couldn’t see everything, but I saw enough.

“Are you calling your vibrator Jerry?” She pushes her wet hair from her face, sitting back on her legs before she answers. I don’t hear whatever answer she gives me because I let my gaze slip from her face to discover she’s naked from the waist down. Emma yelps, pulling the T-shirt down over her thighs to block my view. But it doesn’t matter. I saw the glisten between her thighs from her arousal. The pretty pink of her pussy. How it seemed to still be begging for a release even after I walked in.