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The message app was open. The profile picture was him. Shirtless, that same lion tattoo on his chest I’d seen when he mowed the lawn without a shirt last summer. Username confirmed: DominantDaddyRex. Hundreds of messages. Fans begging for customs. Girls sending nudes. Payment notifications rolling in. I clicked the media tab almost on autopilot. There he was.

They were becoming strangers, not the best friend that was staying hip to hip with each other. She felt the need to approach him, walking towards him a short distance between them she could see the dishalved look he had on. His hair was all over the place untamed. His eyes sullen and swollen like he hadn’t slept at all this past week. The shirt he had on was worn inside out, he looked like a shell of the person. The Frennick she was seeing wasn't the Fennick she knew. Fennick who was all about perfection and always organized was now looking like he could barely dress himself up.

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

Pinned under the non-negotiable terms of the recorded contract, they systematically stripped away their high-tier fireproof racing suits to execute a live striptease straight before the flashing press lenses. The colossal grandstands instantly erupted into an apocalyptic, deafening hurricane of fanatical screaming and wild, unbridled howling. The massive oceans of motorsports enthusiasts who had already initiated a formal exit vector toward the stadium perimeter violently whirled their bodies around, stampeding back into the VIP boxes with a manic, obsessive velocity. Jin Chen’s fanatical female devotee units, in particular, degenerated into a state of total, frantic hysteria—their eyes fina

“Ahhhh! Oh baby… mmm.” Finally, I slow, body glowing, smiling at the camera. “Whew, that was epic. Thanks for watching Khalifa get off. Subscribe to my OnlyFans for more exclusive fun—custom vids, live shows, you name it. Love you, cum sluts.” I blew a kiss, still flushed.

1 Fan. “Here,” I said, grinning. “For you. Free of charge.” Her jaw dropped. “Your marketing team is outrageous.” “The fans love it.” She blinked at the shirt, then at me, then burst out laughing. “There is no way I’m wearing that.” “You sure?” I dangled it closer to her. “I mean, it’s exclusive. First batch released. You’d be ahead of the fan club curve.” “I am not joining your imaginary fan club.”

As I type in (405) a list of names from our area code begin to pop up. 'Jonas' 'Sammy V' 'Nate' 'D-Rick' 'Drea' '#1 fan' 'Nina- Amber's friend' 'Brando' My eyebrows begin to furrow in confusion as I read the list of names. Why the fuck does he still have Andrea and Nina's number? I honestly still can't even believe that he fucked my childhood best friend. And who the fuck is # 1 fan? I instantly click on the contact name labeled #1 fan before going into their messages. An entire thread from two years ago comes up of consistent conversation. I scroll through their very raunchy and promiscuous conversations before finding a thread that really catches my attention.

He was looking at her without blinking. She was clutching him and the sight of her being whole naked under that rival sheet made his eyes twinkle. Nandini felt his gaze and pinched him “THis is solution? You lunatic.” “Falcone please.”he didn’t say anything “In front of me I want to see you only in this form. It reduces my effort and saves many lengths of clothes you wear. Try to be in minimal shut it be naked in our bedroom.”Falcone asserted, making her punch him.

He made a lot of followers out of this, had fan pages which consisted mainly of fangirls who were crazy about him. Pictures from the photoshoot also shook the internet. Girls, particularly were going crazy over Liam. The pictures of him that trended the most were the ones which he had taken shirtless, revealing his six packs, abs and all. He had worn only a pair of black trousers that dropped down his waist, revealing his powerful, aesthetical V-line and a slight bulge underneath his pants.

He rolled his eyes at the some girl who had sent a group message out within minutes of hearing that the other woman was pregnant. “Yes,” Bunny laughed, “his nipples, dick and scrotum are pierced.” Gina chuckled lightly before quietly adding, “Ribbed for her pleasure.” “I don’t need to know that.” JD grumbled. “I don’t need that image in my head. Colleen, is it possible to use Scrubbing Bubbles on your brain?”