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Gemma said. "Don't bother, just get on with what you're doing. I'll do it myself," Kirsten stopped her and headed to their bedroom and went straight to the bathroom. She had taken off her clothes when Matthew stormed in. "Ahh!" In the state of panic her body froze, unable to cover her nakedness. Matthew's eyes darkened, seeing her body with no cover. Kirsten recovered and picked up her clothes, covering the front but didn't realize that her behind could be seen in the mirror. But Matthew didn't point it out.

Lauren has the biggest smile I've ever seen as she watches our bodies jerkily contort with pleasure right in front of her. I release her hips and Kristina falls forward onto Lauren's body, disengaging my spent cock as she settles down on top of her best friend. I collapse beside them and watch Lauren pull Kristina's face to hers for a passionate kiss. Unfuckingbelievable! This is quite the erotic vision! Kristina is stretched out over Lauren, her small chest mashed against Lauren's luscious breasts. Lauren's legs are still spread and Kristina's body is nestled between them. Fuck! Their pussies are pressing against each other too.

Fck it. Me: Do you have a preview for me? Kitten: will you be home tomorrow? Me: yes, by dinner time. Everything is settled here. Kitten: good boy She sent a picture with her response and f*ck it was perfect. My two girls on perfect display. It was an image from her neck to just above her stomach, but I could tell she had on lingerie. Black thick straps wrapped around each breast holding those heavy girls high on her chest. Me: f*ck baby. I could come from just staring at my two favorite girls.

“More like…delicate.” “Hm.” She smiled at her lap, a mischievous grin I couldn’t quite comprehend. “You know what I want, Mr. McLean?” she asked me, pulling me back into a staring contest with those flirtatious lips. She licked her lower lip, knowing she had me hooked. “I want to release some tension.” Kristen stood up and moved towards the pool. “And I want to show you that I’m a whole lot stronger than I look.” I watched in utter disbelief as Kristen turned to face me and pushed the strap of her sundress off her shoulder. Her eyes were on mine, watching my gaze hover over her porcelain skin and dotted freckles. Then she removed the other strap, so she could slide entirely out of the dress.

Hit send. And that was that. Until thirty seconds later, when my screen lit up again. Dr. Stacy Cole: Beth… I’m fairly certain that’s not the screenshot you meant to send me. My stomach dropped. “What?” I whispered, blinking at the screen. I opened the message chain. There—clear as day—was a high-resolution nude. My nude. Not raunchy. Not pornographic. Just… artistic lighting. Soft curves. A bedroom mirror moment I’d snapped weeks ago on a day I felt unusually hot.

She said and handed over her laptop to me. "I looked at the screen and saw a video icon. It was one of the videos we sent out during advertisement. I clicked on the video and it took a little time before it finally played It was a video of one of Kelly's featurings, for a few minutes it looked as if nothing was wrong. Until the video suddenly cracked, the screen buzzed off and pictures of Kelly's nudity started animating on the screen. I watched it in shock as Kelly's naked pictures, wearing G-strings and some pictures she was inserting cucumbers into her private part. I felt like throwing up.

Elara’s phone screen lit up with a notification that stopped her heart cold. An unknown email address had sent a video file titled “Stepbrother’s Dirty Secret.” Her fingers trembled as she opened it. The footage began playing automatically. There she was, completely naked, riding Jax hard in the Big Sur cabin, her head thrown back in ecstasy while he gripped her hips and thrust up into her. The camera angle was perfect, capturing every explicit detail. Every moan. Every slap of skin. Every creampie he had filled her with.

High cheekbones, full lips, blue eyes that are framed by naturally long lashes. “Is there room for me in your little relationship? I could be the third wheel. I’d be cute at it.” I snorted. “Don’t be weird, Kirsten.” “Okay, okay.” Kirsten stood up with the kind of energy that meant trouble. I watched suspiciously as she adjusted the straps of her dress, pulling the neckline down just enough that a whole new territory of cleavage appeared. When she caught me staring, she blew me a kiss. “I’m buzzed enough. Time for the mission,” she said.

*She grinds her ass back teasingly, hedonistic eyes commanding as she spreads thighs wider, pussy lips parting invitingly, ready for filling. *Eyes widen in shock as they take in the scandalous scene before them - their best friend's mother, Stefanie, sprawled naked on the bed, laptop open to an array of hardcore pornography, her own body glistening with arousal. The provocative invitation hangs heavy in the air, a challenge issued directly to Y/N.*

Cheerleading Slut (2) When I returned to my laptop, I slowly flipped through a few more nude bóóbs pics of the four women. In most pictures, they cupped their boobs playfully before things got even more interesting. There were pictures of Janice sucking each of the nipples of the other three. A sharp gasp escaped my mouth. Each one was a piece of art. My mouth dropped open as I stared at Janice's white skin which was a sharp contrast against Kara's brown black skin.