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If there is one person that wants us back together more than anything and anyone, then it is him. I really hope he is fine. And I hope he finally has the confidence to make what he was with Kristina official. They are perfect for each other. “Where are we?” Jenna asks as she stretches. The shirt moves to the side. Exposing the flimsy dress she had on under. And her nipples. They looked so good even through the material. I wanted to suck it into my mouth and watch her eyes roll back in pleasure. I swallowed a lump that formed in my throat and Jenna called my name.

Rage seared through him and his eyes mirrored his rage. Several men were about to carry Jenna into their private room. Jenna was drunk and her face was flushed. Her head was against the table and her beautiful hair covered her face. D*mn it, the top part of her shirt was ripped open and her clavicle was exposed. Although it did not expose her chest, what was beyond her clavicle was far more interesting. Any man would want to tear off her clothes and have a look at what lay beneath the shirt she was wearing.

Clara’s POV The ropes bit into my wrists and ankles, holding me spread-eagled on the bed like a sacrificial offering, my body still humming from the earlier torment. My pussy ached from Nolan's relentless pounding, cum seeping out in slow, sticky trails down my thighs, mixing with the fresh arousal that pooled there now. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the scene unfolding before me—Jenna, my vibrant, innocent best friend, on her knees in front of my stepbrother, her green eyes wide with a mix of shock and undeniable hunger. Nolan's hand tangled in her blonde hair, yanking her head back slightly as he shoved his boxers down with the other hand. His cock sprang free, thick and veined, still

He, for one, couldn’t allow his woman to continue living in the shadows… He needed to carefully consider everything before making his ultimate decision. Fast forward to the next day, Jenna returned home in her pajamas… and shortly after, news that she was intimate with Zivon in the living room last night spread across the internet like wildfire! At the top of the trending tab, the words, ‘#Young Master Burton and Jenna in her pajamas’ could be seen… and upon tapping on the hashtag, it revealed a photo of the buxom Jenna in a silk nightgown! Zivon himself was dressed in a suit and had leather shoes on, making him look all the more desirable…!

Joe murmured aloud as Carmen next pulled off her tank top, revealing her own large breasts. Jenna Jameson was last, her tits just as mouthwatering as she pushed the straps of her dress off her shoulders and peeled it down to just above her waist. “Well this has to be the biggest collection of tits we’ve had for some time,” said Kent, licking his lips. “I bet you feel right at home Bambi?”

I stormed into my office only to growl when I saw Jenna in my chair, naked. She smiled seductively, or at least she thinks she’s seductive, her long hair brushed forward over her shoulders to barely hide her breasts. “Good morning, Alpha,” she purred, intentionally moving her hair to reveal pebbled almond-colored nipples. “GET THE FUCK OUT!” I roared, Jericho’s voice overlapping with mine. Her eyes went wide with terror as she jumped out of my chair. She was shaking with fear, and I knew my eyes were red.

Across the room, someone else joins in—Jenna, I think, one of the quieter ones from the group, her clothes shed now, body pale and curvy as she crawls over to Kael and Elara. She positions herself under Elara, face up, and starts licking at her clit while Kael keeps thrusting, tongue flicking out to lap at the juices coating Elara’s folds. Elara’s reaction is immediate, her body shaking, cries turning sharper as she grinds down against Jenna’s mouth. “Oh fuck, yes, eat me while he fucks me,” Elara pants, her hand reaching down to hold Jenna’s head in place. The sight pushes me closer to the edge, my hips snapping up into Thalia faster, the slap of our skin echoing, sweat beading on my forehe

Now, I could not blame him for nagging. If I were in his shoes, I would probably have had a fit. The caption beneath the picture was worse. It made me recoil as if slapped. It read, DRUNKEN TOP MODEL, ZORA WALTERS CAUGHT ON CAMERA WITH HER EX, ELLIOT GARRETT AT A BAR.

Hayden pushed Natalia over to the couch so they could look at his laptop screen. "What did you find?" Hayden asked him. "Jon has been busy," Dorian said as he showed them the screen. He had found a chat room that was buried in the dark net. Jon had multiple posts of every woman he had killed, with the most recent uploaded about 30 minutes ago. Natalia felt sick as they looked at pictures he had posted of him cutting her up. He then showed a picture of the woman's torso, and carved into it was a message. Who will win?

One even gave me a pat on the back, which I took as my cue to kneel down. Jenna had grabbed an extra towel from the locker room and I put it under my knees. I looked up at my girlfriend in all her glory—the only light in the equipment closet was a bare bulb positioned just above her head, and from where I was, little yellow rays radiated from behind her dark brown ponytail. She looked like a fierce warrior goddess, and I was ready to worship her. Jenna pulled down her shorts to the knee and stepped right in front of me. She had shaved completely the day before, and her bare pussy was just inches from my face. She gave me a wink and gently put her hands on the back of my head before pulling m