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Something had changed for her, and it wasn't just my arrival. The bathroom was large for an apartment, with a wide garden tub and hand shower, instead of the usual combination tub and shower. Jules shut the door, and then went to run the water, bringing steam to the air. I stepped out of my sandals, but she took over undressing me before I could do anything else. I raised my arms when she lifted my sweater over my head. She knelt to open the button on my pants and then slid them down along with my panties, while I removed my bra.

Julius doesn't attempt to catch her. His deep blue, silk-lined jacket falls beside her, soon followed by his dress shirt. The intimidating, nude form of Julius towers over her, his intentions malevolent. He kicks her onto her back, drinking in the sight of her exposed form. Positioning himself between her legs, he salivates visibly. One hand frantically pumps his hardened cock, the other clasps her hip with unyielding strength. He teases the head of his member against her mound, causing her to shudder in horror.

“Poppy asked me earlier what lube is used for,” Jagger said while we were in the bedroom, and Jozzer was currently applying lotion to my legs. Janus choked on the water he was drinking while Jordan laughed out loud. My eyes widened, and my face flushed intensely hot at his sudden remark, especially now, just as we were getting ready for bed. I suppressed a moan when Jozzer began massaging my feet, and I shot a sharp glare at Jagger, who was smirking at me. When we got home earlier, I was glad because Jordan had cooked a simple dinner, and because I was so hungry, I ate a lot. I thought they would stop me, but they said I would just make up for it during my workout with Janus tomorrow. They s

He was curled up on the right side of the bed, hugging one of the pillows and staring at the door. I was still in my sweats, so I went to my dresser and pulled out a pair of sleep pants and a sleeveless tee. I shucked the sweats and tossed them on the dresser. A sharp intake of breath made me smile. Slowly, deliberately, I turned around in only my boxer briefs. Jules was gaping at me. “You like what you see?” I asked. “Uh-huh.” He nodded, raking his eyes up and down my frame. “How are you so built when you don’t work out?”

The text from his wife saying she was almost home made everything feel urgent and terrifying. “Fuck…” he breathed. “Show me.” That was all they needed. Jules stood up first. She pulled her tiny top off slowly, letting her perky tits bounce free. Her nipples were already hard. She pushed her shorts down next stepping out of them. She was completely naked now. Her pussy was shaved smooth and wet. Mia did the same. She took off her top and shorts, standing there bare beside her best friend. Her body was tight and smooth too. Both girls were breathing fast, eyes locked on Mark.

I have a nice body as a result of my regular working out, but if Jordan and I were to be sold out on an auction, ladies and gents would spread dollars at his feet, ignoring my existence. When we’re locked up in this cell, Jordan dominates this room with his shirtless form while I remain clothed from my shoulders to my feet. But right now, standing in my nudity, I feel a sense of triumph as Jordan studies every inch of my skin, his greedy eyes taking me in from my head to my toe as if he hasn’t seen a naked man before.

The elevator opened with a soft chime, and Jules stepped in like she owned the place. Black boots. Dark denim. A cropped leather jacket that screamed danger even without the twin blades strapped across her back like attitude. Her short hair was tousled, messy in the way that said she either didn’t care or just got back from doing something illegal. I stood barefoot in the center of the living room, robe belted tight, still reeling from the morning. Jules looked me up and down. “You look like you just tried to strangle a man with a champagne flute.”

Jade stood before him, clad in nothing but a tantalizing towel, her curves swaying in perfect harmony with his own. Jade’s lips curled into a seductive smile as she emerged from her bath, her skin still glistening with droplets of water. She could feel the heat emanating from Ceynol’s body as his eyes hungrily traced the curves of her figure, his trousers straining against the growing bulge within. Her mind was consumed by a lascivious notion. She released her grip on Ceynol and sensually discarded her towels, revealing her naked form before him.

Fiona As soon as I walked out of my bathroom and into my bedroom, there Jordan was, completely nude and somehow tied up on my bed. "What on Earth are you doing?!?" I tried to contain the humorous expression on my face, but seeing him bound with his junk hanging out was making it difficult. "I, uh, well." Jordan glanced down at himself then back at me. Clearly, this wasn't the reaction he was hoping for. "What were you thinking? Why are you nude and tied up on my bed? I have SO many questions right now!"

Jules didn’t resist when Reed pulled out, even though his hole twitched in protest, used to the fullness now, aching for more. He barely had a second to breathe before Reed flipped him onto his stomach, strong hands dragging him up onto his knees like a ragdoll. “Hands behind your back.” Jules obeyed. Reed grabbed his wrists, pinned them there with one hand, the other spreading Jules’s ass wide, exposing everything—slick, red, stretched open and dripping. He growled at the sight, cock twitching hard again despite the mess they’d already made.