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His thoughts flowed through her, images of the Triquetra stalking her from her house to the graveyard, before Heath shifted and crept up behind her. “Watch,” he whispered. The squeaking rock gained rhythm and through the windscreen she could just make out the couple, naked in the back, her legs wrapped around his hips. “Makes me f-king horny,” Heath commented, the hand holding her cupping her breast and teasing her nipple through the cloth. It shouldn’t feel as good as it did, she told herself, cursing her body for feeling the opposite to how it should in the situation. Heath was an arsehole, she reminded herself, he shouldn’t turn her on… And yet, she didn’t want to pull away. “What about y

I can’t help myself, and sometimes I just want to see how far I can go. When I step out of the closet, I think Graham will be there, but the sound of the running shower has me moving toward the bathroom. I lean in a little to see the space filled with steam and the huge shower that could hold a handful of people. I suck in a breath when I see every powerful naked inch of Graham Hunters. Water runs down his hard body as he braces himself against the glass with one big hand. The other is wrapped around his cock as he works himself up and down in quick hard strokes. His head bowed, he’s hiding his face from me, but the muscles down his back are so tight they look painful.

] Heather's heart skipped a beat because she wasn't wearing anything at the moment. When she was quiet, Adrian sent a selfie of him in the gym. He was shirtless and all sweaty... His six-pack was on display. With his hair let down and all wet, he looked like a snack. Adrian: [Show me yours.] Heather's stomach fluttered with butterflies. She sent an emoji of a monkey face covering its eyes. Adrian: [Come on. Why are you shy? Are you naked?] Heather and Adrian had been chatting for some time now. Adrian would flirt with her every now and then but Heather still blushed each time.

When he ignored her, Heather turned her head dramatically and spoke up to Chrishell, "Chrishell, would you ask Jason to paint a portrait for me too? He listens to you the most, doesn't he?" Chrishell, distracted as she flirted with Brett, absentmindedly replied, "Jason, go ahead and paint one for Heather." Faced with Chrishell's request, Jason couldn't refuse. Sipping his drink, he didn't protest further. Heather, undeterred, sent him a message on her phone: "Professor, I want a nude portrait." Jason casually turned off his phone without even acknowledging it. Heather extended her leg beneath the table, teasingly kicking his calf through the gap.

He smacked her ass hard again then rubbed the area gently with his palm as his hard shaft probed between her legs. "Oh!" She screamed out and pictured Liam naked in all his glory she shivered at the thought of him probing her. Watching Heather get fucked had turned her on considerably, and now she was about to get some too while fantasizing about Liam. "Did you forget your question, Mrs. Harris?" He whispered into her ear.

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Hit send. And that was that. Until thirty seconds later, when my screen lit up again. Dr. Stacy Cole: Beth… I’m fairly certain that’s not the screenshot you meant to send me. My stomach dropped. “What?” I whispered, blinking at the screen. I opened the message chain. There—clear as day—was a high-resolution nude. My nude. Not raunchy. Not pornographic. Just… artistic lighting. Soft curves. A bedroom mirror moment I’d snapped weeks ago on a day I felt unusually hot.

Loren changed her pink dress into a mini, comfortable casual gown while Caleb's shirts were off, he put on only his jogger pants. Caleb laid on his back, on the bed, cupping Loren with the crook of his elbow while she showed him the most recent nude photos she took before leaving America. The photos were mind blowing, as usual. When they were countries apart, Loren never failed to send Caleb her nudes at least, thrice weekly. But now they were together and Caleb's heart raced with the anticipation of seeing the nudes in real life. "You're hot as always, Loren." Caleb turned his face to Loren. They laid side-by-side, facing each other. Loren put her phone away, her gaze intent in his eyes.

“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.

HAYDEN “Hayden,” Grace gasped as the warm water cascaded all over us. The thin shirt she was wearing was soaked. Her nipples protruded through it, and I couldn’t get enough of it. My eyes roamed hungrily all over her body. My hands itched to pinch her nipples. “Ahhh,” Grace moaned as I touched her nipples, feeling them through her clothes. The sensation was extraordinary. I peeled the thin shirt away from her body, my fingers pinching the hem and ripping it off her body. She stood before me bare and completely exposed, shying away from my eyes.