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“Kaya, I’ve killed men, and I’ll still kill men. I’m in the mafia, running a very illegitimate business. I can’t pose in front of a camera smiling like I’m good.” “So no?” she asked with her puppy eyes. “Yes. Just because you asked. I’d do anything for you, Kaya,” I told her, and she did a little jump. “Let me show you what it will feel like to be my model,” she said, smiling. Now I was excited. I happily gave her permission. “Show me.” “Take off your clothes,” she ordered. “You want me naked? Is that what you’ll do to your models?” I teased.

He felt small. Kai broke the kiss and stepped back. He pulled his hoodie off, tossing it onto the sofa. He wasn't wearing a shirt underneath. His torso was a landscape of muscle and ink, scars and veins. He looked like a weapon. "Sit down," Kai said, pointing at the floor. Leo sat. He folded his legs underneath him, looking up. Kai stood in front of him. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his sweatpants and pushed them down. He wasn't wearing underwear. His cock sprang free, thick and heavy, already half-hard.

His eyes dropped to the image. Talia was lying on their bed. The covers stopped just above her hips, leaving the curve of her ass unmistakable beneath the fabric. Her breasts were completely exposed, soft and full, one hand cradling her left tit. Her dark hair spilled around her face and over the pillows. She looked straight into the camera, seductive and unapologetic. Theo’s cock swelled instantly. He gripped the edge of his desk and let out a quiet curse. She had sent it to both of them.

"It's not you." "Then what's wrong?" "I...I don't want to talk about it." Scarlett murmured. 'Besides, you wouldn't believe me. I bet no one would...' "Hey, Shawn~" Strolling over to the two was Kayley and her cheerleader posse. She wore a white-furred coat and jeans with boot heels. The white blouse she wore was exposed, showing off her bust and red cleavage.

) I wake up early and notify the brigade of henchmen that I keep so they can prepare. After a while, Kya and Scott come down and finally Lailah. His eyes meet mine a split second before I turn them away. But mine does not stop looking at her for a single moment. They run her up and down, from her black leather pants to her white studded T-shirt and her black and leather jacket as well. Fuck, those bad girl pints turn me on a lot. Also, you can see that you have exercised during this time. I find it very difficult to look away to rest on the Muffin that I have in my hands and which I bite.

It was as much as she could do to keep her hand away from her pubis, the warmth doubled by the knowledge that Tony was sharing the same almost uncontrollable emotions. He brought out the rest, one after the other, an exotic feast of sensual delights, each more daring and innovative than the last. There was one of a woman wearing vaguely Eastern dress suggestive of a harem. She was on all fours, bending over so that her pudendum was in full view: the shadowed area between her legs, the plump wet labia fringed with hair. Her mouth encompassed the turgid prick of the youth beneath her. An older man straddled her, about to thrust a truly spectacular twelve-inch cock into the depths of her forbid

My body ached and I knew that I must look like a mess. “Our king has taken a liking to you,” Kaida said, placing the clothing onto the bed. Her wide, red lips split into a grin as she took in the bite of the side of my neck. Her hands went to her waist, the leather corset that she wore made it look smaller. Her hips flared out in a perfect hourglass. Beneath that, she wore a pair of maroon lace shorts. Heavy boots finished off the look with a thin, almost delicate-looking collar around her throat. Beneath the collar, I could see the faint scar of a bite mark that looked similar to my own. “Bash told Kaji that Lucian claimed you. I didn’t think that he actually would. Congratulations.”

I reached into his kandura, my fingers closing around his dick, rubbing the length of him with a firm grip. “Katia,” he groaned against my mouth. He pulled away just long enough to strip. He pulled the white kandura over his head and discarded his boxers, standing before me completely naked in the desert light. I didn’t wait; I shed the abaya and my own clothes, kicking them aside until we were both entirely naked on the ridge. We came back together instantly, kissing deeply while our hands continued to explore and

Notifications stacked up like a goddamn storm warning. Some group chat. Kayla’s friends. [New Video: “LMAO our girl’s slaying”] [Kayla’s going global] I should’ve deleted it. Instead, I tapped. The screen lit up and my world broke. Kayla. Half-naked. Lying on a sunbed near some kind of pool cabana. Bikini top flung off to the side. Legs spread wide. One man between them, thrusting deep and hard. She was moaning like a pornstar. Loud, unfiltered and completely consumed.

Saka tilted his head and kissed Karina’s lips. Who knows how long they tasted each other. Now Saka led Karina to the room. Stripping off all the clothes Karina was wearing until Karina's body was naked in front of him. “You’re so sexy, Karina!” Saka took off his own clothes. From below, Karina couldn't stop admiring every perfect sculpture on Saka's body. The man was so perfect. Slowly, Karina's hand rose. Touching the perfect sculpture formed from the routine sports activity.