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*** The sound of my shorts tearing registered in my brain, cool air from its absence soothing my burning core. “FUCK…Guys, she’s not wearing any underwear…” Bronx growled with Benji and Bayor joining in, the rumbling of it sending more pleasure shock waves through my body. “You’re our naughty girl, aren’t you?” he asked. I whimpered and nodded in response. “Words, babe, we need your words,” Benji reminded me.

He asked as he wrapped his arm around his neck, as he struggled to breakthrough. "That's because she always kicks our ass when we call her that." He replied and the girls agreed with him. "There she is." The guy with spiked hair exclaimed and they looked in the same direction as him. A girl walked into the cafeteria, she was wearing a denim jacket over a black T-shirt paired with ragged black jeans and boots. Her hair was blonde with brown highlights and was left open. She was wearing winged eyeliner, that made her hazel eyes even prettier, with peach lip balm. She looked kinda badass and completely different from the nerd that she was before. They all waved at her but she didn't reply and l

“Yeah, it’s been kinda quiet around here without you singing at the top of your lungs—the wrong lyrics to every song ever written.” “DEAN!” she laughed, swatting at him as the bar filled with laughter. Gemma looked at the picture and smiled, satisfied. She sent it to Freddy with the text: Made it home—told you, didn’t I? Freddy studied the photo of the three biker guys surrounding Gemma. They weren’t like the bikers from her city; sure, these guys had muscles, and tattoos but they looked more like they just worked out a lot. Other than what Gemma had told her, she wouldn’t have guessed their story.

"I like the observe, voyeurism involves watching sex unfold from a distance but I don’t, I like watching sweet women like you getting fucked for the first time until the good girl in you breaks, revealing you for what you are. Seeing the exact second a woman realizes she isn't in control anymore and taking it upon myself to fuck her in ten thousand ways from sunday. That’s my fetish." Sandy swallowed hard, her heart hammering. "And you, Bobi?" Bobi leaned back, his massive frame dwarfing the armchair. He looked like a king carved from obsidian. "I’m a simple man, Sandy. I’m big. I’m powerful. And I like to feel that power against something soft. Something that shouldn't be able to handle me,