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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.

Up this close, you have the opportunity to see the exposed parts of her cleavages, how full it was. Heather used to pride herself with her body figure when they used to work together, she often saw Sapphire hitting Oliver at the back of his head for staring at Heather's body too much. She still prides herself with her body but she is not so sure at this moment because Sapphire look like a seducer, her hips and thighs which was exposed through the slit in her dress and it looked sinful and for whatever awful reason, she kept pursing her pouty blood red lips.

“Honestly sir, I’m not quite sure. I found Mr. Nelson’s seminude body rather stimulating. I kept envisioning him in his former uniform and wishing he would handcuff and fuck me. I noticed sir that your smaller, stocky stature lends you to be very advantageous with a woman of my size if I was bent over like in the picture. And from the right vantage point it was perfect to line up Mr. Grier under me paying attention to my exposed nipples as I foresaw the four of us in this way.” “How did the sketch make you feel?” “Rather turned on, Sir, I’ve always admired older men. I was also embarrassed, Sir. I didn’t want to show you the picture at all thinking it might offend you.” “Are you sure you wer

I mutter. Helga gives me a discreet nod, her expression saying, Just do it. “Fine,” I mutter. Heather smiles and drags her chair, making space for me beside her. She’s crazier than Helga described her to be. I rush over, and she raises her phone to take the picture. Once that’s done, she makes a big show of hitting the share button to send to whomever. “Perfect,” she says sweetly, then clicks through the system. “Let’s see… yesterday morning… ah, here.”

Graham Gina and I text each other a lot over the next few days. She sends me photos of herself that are so fucking sexy they leave me like a dying man in a desert with a drop of water and desperately in need of more. She’s teasing me, daring me to take things further and eventually, I find myself standing outside her apartment. I watch the shadow of her body moving in front of her bedroom window and large balcony doors. Her curtains are only halfway drawn, giving me a view of her naked body walking back and forth as she gets ready for bed.

I gushed. I opened the next picture and burst out laughing. “Why are you on pigtails?” He quickly grabbed the album from me. “Give it back.I’m not done looking:” “There…there are lots of embarrassing pictures in here.You can’t see them.“ “Now,I really want to see them.”I moved closer to him but he moved back. “You can’t see them.” “You don’t have to be shy with me,Mr Graham.Now,give it back.” “No!And I’m not shy.”

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.