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As he had thought, the young hotsy wasn't wearing any undergarment there either. While his tongue and mouth were worshipping her lovely breasts, Rick reached down with his hands, hooked both thumbs in the elastic and started to push the shorts down. Brooke grinned lewdly at him and, while still holding her breasts up to his mouth, raised her ass from the bed. He eased her only piece of clothing down around her hips and cheeks and moved down toward the foot of the bed to finish removing them from her body. Before pulling the shorts the rest of the way down around her feet, he took off her sox and sneakers. When he was through, the beautiful young woman was totally naked, grinning lasciviously

he asked. “I said I’m sorry.” I pleaded. “You should be thanking me, you just saw Kourtney's boobs” Ryder laughed harshly. “Seriously. Most guys would kill for that view.” “I wasn’t looking.” I mumbled. “Sure you weren’t.” he scoffed and his grip tightened. I whimpered and Ryder’s smile widened. “You’ve never seen a woman’s boobs before, have you?” he asked mockingly. Heat rushed to my face. I wanted the floor to swallow me whole.

I still have the refrigerator door propped open with my hip, and it’s giving off enough soft light to cut through the darkness and illuminate the outline of a figure at the bottom of the stairs- a tall, broad-shouldered silhouette that I could recognize anywhere. Brock strides forward, and with every step he comes into clearer view. He’s got a pair of grey sweatpants on over his boxers tonight, riding low on his hips. He’s shirtless, shadows dancing over the dips and curves of his muscular chest and abdomen as he makes his way closer to me. His long hair hangs loose around his face, brushing the tops of his shoulders with each step. And when he’s close enough that I can see his intense green

I opened it anyway. Video file. Three minutes long. Filmed in what looked like a motel room. Cheap. Anonymous. The kind of place that takes cash and doesn't ask questions. Brock appeared on screen. He looked terrible. Hair wild. Face gaunt. Eyes hollow with exhaustion and rage. Scratches on his face from running through wilderness. Clothes torn and dirty. "Hello, Bethany." His voice was hoarse. Barely controlled. "I know you're watching. Know you think you've won. You set your traps. You caught Jessica's mercenaries. You protected Emma. Very clever. Very impressive."

She gave him a small nod in greeting and focused back on staring at Nathan. Nathan’s tanned skin, toned and muscled abs, long and strong arms, hair flowing in different directions, sweat covering his chest...Jesus Christ. Brooke had only felt the arms around her waist once, and now to see the man half-naked, made her belly tingle and take a sudden interest in his body. Brooke would give anything… anything to worship at the temple that was Nathan Bradford’s body. Brooke could have easily stood there for another hour, her mind full of scenarios that varied from vanilla to hot to dirty within seconds. It was Gavin who looked up and waved at her that had Brooke controlling her thoughts and walki

Only Tom's had a slight upward curve, whereas Bryce's was dead straight. He eagerly advanced to the clip of Brenda getting up, but found himself disappointed by the short period of time that her lovely, naked form was on the screen. A later clip, beginning after she had taken her shower, showed only half of her naked body at the edge of the screen as she got clothes out of a dresser drawer.

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.