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This was to teach her a lesson. “Oh, very well.” She was pushing her luck now. “As I thought,” I said, once she stood there in a matching plunge bra and skimpy thong. “Definite hooker material.” “But I – I had no other option,” she stuttered. “Yes, you did, Luna. No underwear would have been a virginal choice,” Brandon sneered. Jessie gasped. I guessed she either had or hadn’t but wasn’t about to ask her to fess up at this point. She wasn’t the one who had insulted Rose.

This Jessa… is different. Her hair falls in soft, glossy waves around her face, framing her warm brown eyes. She’s wearing a simple black dress, the kind that hugs her curves just enough to show them off without trying too hard. There’s a hint of color on her lips, a touch of shimmer on her cheeks. She looks… breathtaking. Like someone completely new. My throat goes dry, and for a second, I forget how to breathe. ⸻ Whispers ripple through the crowd. “Is that Jessa Lombardi?”

Jessie was naked under a single shirt, Nyll saw his naked upper half and touched his chest, here and there, wherever Nyll wanted to knead and press her hands into, but unlike Jessie, Nyll still had her chest mounds covered by a piece of sports bra. "I wanna have a taste of these two," Jessie bent his head down to Nyll's chest. The latter had no choice other than to arch her back to give way for Jessie to do as he wanted. Jessie guided Nyll to lean her elbows on the table behind her while she bent her body backward.

Jessa gave me the all clear -Cricket The next was a short video. I hit the play button. Her face showed up. A lazy, sexy smile pulled at her mouth. "Too bad you aren't here." The next thing I know, she's laying down in bed. The camera pans down her naked body until I can see her pretty pussy. I'd been dreaming of that. Hell, it had featured in my mind heavily tonight as I jacked off in the shower. I was going to fuck her so hard.

All the time, until she was naked, she just watched me with caution and a grimace, after that, when the cold air of the night entered through her half-open window and her nipples immediately bristled, she watched me with something like shame. I had seen her that way before. Naked. Lying down for me. I had already praised her curves a million times, whispered dirty and complimentary words in her ears, and she had liked it. But there, naked after I said I wanted to make love, Jessy looked like another woman. Something more fragile. And it wasn't totally just by instinct that I also took off my clothes, putting myself on it.

Damn, how did they manage to make that pose? Jessica was a little impressed with herself, she had the mind to study their posture at this moment. "Oh... Jessica..." Raymond noticed Jessica, frowned and quickly pulled the quilt to cover their bodies. "Jessica..." Florence stood up calmly, disregarding her naked body, which still bore the marks of lovemaking. "Her figure is really hot like she's got the potential to be a playgirl," Jessica thought to herself. Florence casually tossed a set of clothes to Raymond, and she put on his shirt.

Their kisses grew desperate until Preshy slowed things down, thumbs brushing softly over Jess’s hips. “I want more,” Jess whispered. “I want you.” Preshy paused, her mouth brushing Jess’s throat. “Are you sure?” “Yes.” That was all the encouragement Preshy needed. Her hands explored slowly, reverently, until Jess pulled off her own clothes in a rush. The air felt charged now, thick with tension. Preshy stared at her like she was something precious. “You’re beautiful,” she said quietly. “Can I touch you?” Jess rolled her eyes softly. “Obviously.”