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Jéssica stayed there, naked, marked, filled with cum inside and out, smiling in satisfaction. The limitless nights continued. Each one dirtier, more brutal, more addictive. Jéssica didn’t want to stop. Fabian wouldn’t let her. They were only beginning to sink deeper.

He suggested, making Jessica even more curious. She didn't want to ask him as she believed it would make him uncomfortable so she just ended the call with a response. When she finally logged into WeCom, she was welcomed with old pictures of herself, trending again like when it was first posted. Those pictures were Jessica's nudes which had been posted online months ago. It was revived by a random WeCom user with the caption; "Everybody talks about the newfound romance and extravagant life of the latest celebrity couple but no one talks about the fiance who once revealed his fiancee's nudes to the world."

I hesitated only a moment before I strode through the door. The sight that greeted me took my breath away. Jessa lay on the bed without a stitch of clothing on her beautiful body. Her back was bent slightly, lifting her hips off the bed. Her legs were longer than I thought, her calves toned and muscular, her thighs pillowy. Her stomach jiggled as she twitched and writhed, her breasts swaying with the movement. Her nipples were hard and pointed with pleasure, dark and swollen from being touched and kissed. The smooth, creamy skin of her neck had slight markings on it. And her face—her lips pursed, her nostrils flared, her blue eyes darkened with lust.

“Leave the stockings and heels on.” Jessica obeyed, reaching behind to unhook her bra. Her heavy breasts spilled free, full and soft with dark, hardened nipples. She hooked her thumbs into her panties and slid them down her legs, stepping out of them gracefully. She stood completely naked before him except for the sheer black thigh-highs and sleek heels. “Turn around,” Damian ordered. “Show me that ass… then bend over and spread for me.” She turned slowly, giving him a full view of her round, firm ass. Then she bent at the waist, reaching back to spread her cheeks, exposing her glistening pussy and tight pink hole to his hungry gaze.

The picture was looking like an old one, it was a little bit blurry like it was removed from an old phone. A hotel room. A bed. Jessica was on the bedsheets, her hair was loose. She was laughing with a man that I did not even recognize. The first video was even worse… there was movement, the bed shifting, a hand was in her hip. Though it was nothing too explicit, it was everything anyone that has a taste for scandal.and rumors will need. The third picture was one where she was kissing a man. I had pursued that evidence for the past weeks and I paid the right people to pull out her dirty past. I thought that I would only find a rumor then this night the rumor found me.

She didn’t notice the way the few people in the room seemed to clear out of his path with every step he took. Jessica, thankfully, hadn’t passed out—though she might as well have, given how incoherent she was. "Are you kidding me? What the hell happened?" "B...Baybi...Yo, you came." "Jess." Via placed a hand under her best friend’s chin, tilting her face up. Her lipstick was smudged, and she was missing a bra—Via could literally see her tits through the top. And sure, Jess was wild, but she wouldn’t attend a party like this, and she definitely wouldn’t get this drunk—not with all these supernaturals who could easily have their way with her.

of me secretly? She rocked her head left to right and once again shrugged. ‘Ye—ah, you could call it that. Jessica showed me the pics last night before we went back here. They weren’t harmful to your reputation nor were they paparazzi-crazy really, stepping on our privacy or such. The pics just showed you scowling in the sundeck, scowling in the beach shore and scowling in the restaurant and then blushing when you looked at me a number of times.’ I was beyond amused by this revelation. ’Damn Serena, now you tell me that?′ I groaned.

Jessica yelled, "Don't tell me all that nonsense, big brother. If it's your wife's nude that is out there, I could leave it on the internet, but my kid's father's nude? Hell no!" "Jessica..." Remy called, but Jessica had already ended the phone call. She switched off her computer and avoided picking up her calls even as Remy called her back. Jessica was very annoyed, and she couldn't believe that Dylan was so shameless. He could have told her that he had always wanted to become a p**n star. At least that way, she wouldn't have married him, and she wouldn't be dragged into his mess right now. She left LA Groups and got into her car as she drove out to Dylan's mansion. She really needed an exp

appeared. I replied with a playful chuckle, refraining from sharing that particular photo. "No, that one doesn't bring out my features. How about this one instead?" I selected another image of me positioned against a wall naked, with my legs spread apart. In the photo, I held a small vibrator against my pussy, my tongue out and my eyes closed. "I think you should send both?" Bella suggested nonchalantly. I stared at the pictures, considering Bella's proposal. She did make a valid point. Honestly, even just gazing at them was getting me aroused. I could only begin to imagine what Bruce's reaction would be when he saw them.

she let out. I frowned. “What do you mean?” I asked her. Nadia hesitated before she pulled out her laptop. “I wasn’t going to bring this up yet, but…” She turned the screen toward me. And instantly, my blood ran cold. My own face stared back at me. Me. Jessica. Tangled together in bed. The images were a bit explicit, as they exposed more than necessary. The way her head was tilted back, the way my hands gripped her hips— Someone had taken photos of us.