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But if it's awkward, we stop. 'Deal.' Jordan got up and took his laptop off the couch and placed it on the coffee table. We went into the living room and sat down on the cushions, very close to each other, even touching shoulders. He started a browser and entered a site and scrolled to a video thumbnail, two guys, one of them muscular like him, the other one lean-bodied, both naked. 'This one's basic. Begins with them kissing and proceeds to fuck. No BDSM, no rough stuff, just two men toying each other assholes. He pressed play and the screen was filled with the scene.

Years of malnutrition, rigorous treatments, and that bitter tonic stunted my growth and made me a weak speck in a sea of strength and vitality. I shuffled quietly down the length of the table, avoiding detection by the pack royalty. The Sigmas, Betas, and Deltas of note and good breeding. Phillipe sat with Jessica, grinning that toothy grin at her as she rambled on about her day. He nodded to her every word and held her hand like it was made of porcelain. She was his new moon. His stars, His everything. And I was just the forgotten omega slave from a life he no longer belonged to. I served him, now. And he lived for her.

Acts of the flesh unite our souls through this intimate connection. Jessi sure is pretty, and she sure knows what she’s doing. She keeps the bra on and nothing else while she’s down between my legs, sucking just long enough to get me fully hard. She then straddles me cowgirl style and lets me undo those clips, baring her breasts and sucking on her tits. “Fuck but you are sexy,” she moans, as I ease my way inside her. “Language, Jess,” I rebuke. Then I throw her flat on the mattress and drill her til she’s screaming.

Failure. "Why not?" "Because…not yet." So much for com-mu-ni-cat-ing. That’s bullshit. Action speaks a heck of a lot louder. Pulling my foot from his hands, I pressed it gently on his chest, while setting my wineglass on the floor. Josh looked at me quizzically, but I gave him no time to think. Applying pressure to my foot on his chest, in one thrust, I pushed hard so that he fell backward onto the pelt. Before he could move, I lurched from the bubble chair and sat astride him.

Aѕ I ѕlоwlу ѕtаrt counting down, оnе оf Nеоn’ѕ ѕесurіtу detail rеасhеѕ bеhіnd hіѕ bасk fоr whаt I have tо assume is a concealed wеароn. Thе mоmеnt ѕtrеtсhеѕ out. Jessup glowers at me and dоеѕ nоt lеt go. It’s a сlаѕѕіс ѕhоw down. Nеоn bеgіnѕ tо ѕоb as Jеѕѕuр drags hеr up from hеr knееѕ and рullѕ hеr аwау from the grоuр. He stretches hіѕ frее hаnd under his ѕuіt jacket. “Dоn’t еvеn thіnk аbоut іt, Jessup. I’vе got уоu covered. Dоn’t у оu dаrе rеасh dоwn.”

"Sorry, I think I'm just a little nervous. Plus you should see your face. You're about to see your sister's cooter and you have this incredibly serious expression on." "I'm trying not to think about it that way. I'm trying to be clinical. This is my clinical face." "Oh, gotcha. Well, here goes." Jessica slowly lifted the towel until her small, barely-furred sex came into view. She had shaved most of her pubic triangle. The little bit of hair that was left was close trimmed short. Her labia were tiny and the same delicate pink color as her nipples. Like the rest of her, Jess's adorable little pussy was essentially perfect. Winston stared in admiration, the image burning into his brain.

But then again, he only just recently discovered that role-playing was his fetish. His hand grouped my butttts, squishing them together. Wet but warm tongue latched over my anus, licking the hole. I turned my head swiftly, catching Jesse’s tattoo on his shoulder blade. I jumped forward, dislodging myself from him. He stood upright, all in his naked glory. I gulped loudly as my eyes roamed his body before settling on his shaft. “Jesse?” I called, unsure. “Were you expecting someone else, little princess?” He snorted.

~ JESSE ~ Watching a naked Cazz walk away from me was a feast for the eyes. His body was perfect—broad, thick shoulders and chest, narrowing to a muscled and lean waist, an ass you could bounce a dime off of, flawless skin and perfectly cut lines… everywhere. The thrill of watching the muscles on his back roll and twitch as he walked, my sense of the sheer masculine power of him as he moved away from me, distracted me for a moment from the sinking feeling that started as soon as he turned to go.

Jesse shoved his trunks down and stepped out of them. His hard cock sprang up, jutting out from his body, a traitorous testament to his unwilling arousal. Coach walked around him, his gaze a physical touch. "Turn around. Bend over my desk." Jesse did as he was told, leaning over the cluttered surface of the desk. Papers and old trophies dug into his stomach and chest. He spread his legs, his ass completely exposed and vulnerable. He heard Coach open a desk drawer and then the click of a cap. A moment later, a cold, slick finger pressed against his tight hole.

The first thing that pops up on the screen is a woman on a bed and a man is with her. With his head between her legs for a very long time. And now there's nipples, lots and lots of nipples. And his head is still between her legs. "Still trying to convince yourself it's not high-budget porn?" I joke, trying to break the sexual tension that has sprung up again. "Oh my god, this is so awkward," she replies, eyes still on the screen. Her ears turn bright red, which is apparently her version of a blush. She looks so uncomfortable.