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she asked. I hunched. "I don't understand what rules you're talking about," I tried to answer confidently. Although honestly, her stunning and elegant appearance, not to mention the expensive beaded taffeta gown hugging her supermodel body, made me feel insecure. Turns out, this is the type Ikaros desires. "Oh, so typical of cheap women. Pretending not to know and acting innocent," she said. "Cheap woman, huh?" I asked, ready to confront her. I wouldn't argue with words. With my current condition, hungry, nauseous, headache, and heartbroken—I was more than ready to grab her perfect hair.

She released a deep breath, forcing her gaze away from Sacred’s piercing eyes and lowering it to the wine glass cradled between her fingers. The liquid shimmered under the dim bar light, a dark, blood-like red, and her own reflection trembled faintly on its surface. She debated whether she should tell him, or whether she should lay bare the chaos of her present situation. As much as possible, she wanted no one else dragged into this mess. The more people who knew, the greater the danger became.

"Those eyes. That bone structure." He looked up at me. "Why does she resemble the former Don's ballerina mistress?" I closed my eyes and spoke the truth we had buried for years.

Lauren protests, trying to return the slap but Kristina turns to the side and she barely connects with her hip. "Eating cereal makes you horny!" Kristina says, hopping back out of the way. "Answering the phone makes you horny!" The naked girls are hopping around the room, laughing while Kristina teases my sister... uh, our sister, I mean. My cock responds to these two naked beauties playfully prancing around trying to smack each other's bottoms. And very sexy bottoms they are.

"Well, what are you considered?" I asked, curious to understand Krystal's role in Tank's world. She shrugged. "He calls me 'his girl'. But let me make it clear, I am definitely not a club whore. I won't spread my legs for anyone other than the man I'm dating." A mischievous smile crept onto her face. "Although," she added, "Tank has this friend named Raptor who is ridiculously hot. I wouldn't mind getting a taste of him."

Chrystal White is delighted to see Lucien Gray's eyes. Ignoring the possibility of being seen, Chrystal White takes off her skirt. She only wears the underwear, sitting on the shotgun enchantingly. "Mr. Gray, are you satisfied?" She flirts to Lucien Gray and puffs out her chest on purpose. Chrystal White's body is really good, small and slim, fat where it should be, thin where it should be. It is absolutely the devil body.

Sylvia was still wearing her swimsuit; Crystal was sprawled on the bed with Sylvia’s forefinger and thumb on her clit as her middle and ring fingers were deep inside her, massaging with what little material covered her womanhood being pushed aside. “Ahh, ahh, oh god, Oh God, OH GOOOOD!” Crystal yelled, not noticing the three’s arrival while bulking her hips to the rhythm of Sylvia’s hand. “The negotiations are going well, I see,” Blake said, interrupting Sylvia’s rhythm, causing the two women to come to their senses. “If I were to have an audience, I would have performed better,” Sylvia said, smiling at the trio as Crystal tried to compose herself, returning her swimsuit to its proper place.

Then he saw her. A delicate female. Fair skin. Bright eyes. Soft features. And beside her Two males. One seductive. One sharp and striking. A rare combination. He raised the price. “100 black crystals.” Clar hesitated. Quick mental calculation. It… hurt a little. “Can it be cheaper?” she asked carefully. She wasn’t good at bargaining. Never had been. Luna didn’t hesitate. Before she could say more Clink. 100 black crystals landed on the stall. “Take it,” he said calmly.

She guess not. But if there's one thing Krystal is expert in terms of anatomy, is she has spent all her life touching bodies of models. From her apprenticeship at Milan and her internship with Martha Leatherfern, Krystal has seen a lot of body. All body types. And all types of shape to know if a women is just bloated or swollen from carbs. Or if they're pregnant and needed to be replaced –it's not common, but has happened a few times, and Krystal always sends her apology though it's not her fault the models got pregnant– still.

It looked like she couldn't contain her sexual arousal any longer, so she took a quick five-minute shower. I rubbed my hands over Krystal's vaginal organs as fast as I could until Krystal whimpered in pleasure. This activity somehow reminded me of Nikkie moaning when we had sex to have a baby. I don't understand, why are Krystal's sighs no longer as beautiful as they used to be. I mean, like before I knew Nikkie. Krystal was writhing in the middle of the bed. Her beautiful face, which exuded the arrogance and indifference of a rich woman, was flushed red. Sweat beaded on her forehead and the surface of her smooth skin.