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And finally, Serena could see. She blinked and blinked again, but the vision in front of her never wavered. And oh, what a vision. There Raphael stood, a realization of godlike perfection, naked but for his low-riding jeans. Serena’s eyes skimmed over his abdomen, chest, and arms, his beauty reminding her of Olympian Gods with their bodies sculpted in marble. The way his hair played about his rugged jaw and shoulders made her yearn to feel it brush against her own skin. Just thinking about it produced tingling sensations from the tips of her fingers to the pit of her stomach.

There were various poses, none of them displaying her pussy because her legs were crossed; it was the one classy thing about the pictures. She was surrounded by a variety of models, male and female, all displaying themselves. They were naked. The men’s cocks were erect. Kisses were exchanged between men and women, women and women, men and men. Fingers curled around and into sex organs. Penetration of all orifices was shown, penetration by fingers and cocks and toys. All the slaves surrounding Solange had nipple rings, male and female. Solange pulled the reference photos from the booklet and scattered them over the table. “You can see what I’m looking for, can’t you?”

Marissa POV “Why are you here?,” I asked Raina as soon as Alaric walked out of the door. “I am here to see you,” she said. I raised my eyebrows. “What is it?,” “I want your help to spread these pictures,” she said as she opened an envelope from her bag, she laid down the pictures. They look somehow familiar. “Are they real?,” “Yes, they are. She sells her nude pictures and sleeps with many men then takes their pictures to threaten them to give her money. I can tell you a secret, her partner who is her boyfriend knows about her shady business,” she paused.

Groans ripped out of me—low, ragged—before I could stop them. Then Lena moved. She peeled off what little clothing she had left in one fluid motion, the latex skirt sliding down her legs like liquid, the sheer top discarded somewhere behind the couch. Naked now, skin flushed and gleaming under the low lights, she crawled onto the sectional beside us. Ass up, back arched, knees spread wide on the leather. The position pushed her full breasts forward, nipples dark and tight. She glanced back over her shoulder, lips glossy and parted, tongue flicking out to wet them slowly.

Legend says that the Goddess wanted to gift mortals more knowledge, and thus she created the Texts to tell the story to explain everything. A certain tapestry made Ursa stop and appreciate it. It was simple, yet elegant. It depicted a special scene from the Texts, when the War Goddess Rillea came to slay the deceitful Snake. But something about this scene was different, not like anything Ursa had read or seen before. Rillea had her sword raised, and the Snake appeared to have arms and legs, holding them up defensively. He was still green and scaly, but his human features seemed so real-

Callisto doesn't even realize that he's releasing some of his orgasm, making her slipperier. “That's it, my King…” Rhea moans loudly, throwing her head back, surrendering to the brutal pace he lays down. “Oh, I feel so good…” Callisto holds her by the neck, while his other hand stays firmly on her thigh, leaving her legs up, spread wide enough for him to slide in and out in this merciless rhythm. With his eyes glowing an intense yellow, he growls against Rhea's ear, releasing pheromones so strong that they make her explode in an intense orgasm, that makes her small body shudders, shaking all over.

To my confusion, all of it were image attachment. And with a flick of my thumb, I opened the images. I was immediately met with a series of nude photos—of Elisse’s, my alpha’s mate, in nothing but seductive lingerie. Each of her photo was a tantalizing display of her body, posed in ways that made my blood boil and my dick hardened instinctively. “Sweet fucking Luna,” I breathed, feeling my pulse quicken. There she was, her delicate slender body wearing lace and silk, every curve screams of perfect wild invitation. The first image showed her leaning against a wall, her back arched, the fabric barely concealing her breast and only revealing her sweet pink erected nipples. I couldn’t tear my ga

They shrieked at the same time, so I covered my ears because otherwise, my eardrums might break. "Hey! Don't scream! Shame on you! You might make her deaf!" said Kristel. "Oops! Sorry idol, "they said while making a peace sign. "It's alright," I said. "I'm Beann Ryztle Arcangel" introduced the skinny, brunette who had chinky eyes. "I'm Rica May Rubin," said the skinny, beautiful woman. "I'm Nicole Ragusta," said the tall woman who was wearing eyeglasses. "Annyeong! I'm Lindsay Ann Castro. Beann's cousin" said the woman who is only of average height and looks like a silent type and obvious kpop fan.

Lucas watched as Lylah threw her head back, arching against the stone ground, her wet, swollen lips parted in ecstasy, eyes dreamy with a bead of tears of pleasure clinging to the corners. Sexy. Fuck, he couldn’t get enough of this sight. She was bare, naked, trembling in his hold. Her pale skin bore the red marks of the Grand Lord of the realm, who now had his head buried between her parted legs. Even the rushing sound of the waterfall barely drowned out the sound of her moans.

“I think, Cresia has a right hand and her rouges are hiding somewhere. I am afraid that they will comeback much stronger and more prepared.” I also thinking of that, darkness was always having an evil plan. I have wish that this was the end but this is an endless battle between power. I and West transformed to our human form not minding we can each other body. We have already this habit that we are not shy to flaunt our bodies anymore as we already saw and tasted it. I bet my face is read as tomatao right now. “Let’s shower together?” He said while he santches the dress I am about to wear and tossed it somewhere.