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The amber liquid burned down my throat when I swallowed it in one rough gulp, the harshness grounding me back into my body instead of my thoughts. I poured another. Slower this time. Letting the warmth spread through my chest, dulling the sharp edges of desire into something more manageable. As I turned back toward the desk, the study door opened. Lilian walked in naked. Completely naked. Not even pretending this was accidental. Her hair was styled. Makeup still flawless. Skin gleaming under the soft light like she’d staged herself for a goddamn photoshoot instead of a marriage. “Hey, babe,” she purred.

She was so shy when she was left in nothing but skin. Lila wasn't thrilled by Annie's naked body because she has known her to be so gorgeous from the onset. Only the lady who was in charge of taking care of her bath was thrilled. Annie's curves were spelling the word sexy. She looks so perfect for everything. If she works as a model, the lady was so sure that companies would fight to have her. Jennifer Lopez isn't in anyway close to this. Never, she isn't even half of the sight that was before her.

You step out of it, standing in only bra, panties, and the brown four-inch Louboutins. Gabriel’s gaze drags over your skin. When you reach behind to unhook the bra, he lifts one finger. “Do it slowly, Lila. We’re not in a hurry now, are we?” You shake your head in response to his question, and he commends you with another lazy smile as his eyes fix on your breasts. Your nipples turn into pebbles under his intense stare. You hook your thumbs in the waistband of your panties, then pause. You look at him and wait for his approval.

Her moans were high and broken. Lila—eighteen, track team, short blonde pixie cut—sat on a desk nearby, legs spread wide, three fingers buried in her own cunt while she watched. Her other hand pinched and twisted her small, pink nipples. She was already dripping onto the desktop, a small puddle forming under her ass. The air was thick—musk, arousal, the faint metallic tang of sweat. Phones were off. No one was recording. This was sacred, reckless, stupid, perfect.

It was just normal as if he didn't do anything or as if he didn't care about my reaction even though he did something despicable. "Where the fuck are you com–" The words died in my throat when my eyes settled on Lilia, she looked sad. So sad with teary eyes and she looked like a drop dead gorgeous sexy model that came out from a gym. I swallowed, shamelessly raking her body with my eyes. She was wearing a brown fitted spiliet single that accented her curves and the leggings she wore did not attempt to hide her hips and her well shaped ass I can't believe she wore this outside!!

She smacked her lips to the side, admiring her perfect face and most especially, praising herself for being able to come up with a plan that would yield the result that she wanted. “I wouldn't be doing much, the one who would do it doesn't even know yet” Liliana smiled to herself as she straightened her hair with the hair curler. She removed the picture of Kayla’s nude that was in her pocket, staring at it before shaking her head in utter disgust and irritation for Kayla.

The audience murmured in appreciation at her fresh, untouched beauty. Lila moved to a plush chaise lounge positioned at the front of the stage, directly under a spotlight. She sat down slowly, her legs pressed together modestly at first. The other actors continued their rough fúcking around her, but the spotlight made it clear she was the new focus. Her hands trembled slightly as she lifted the hem of her dress, revealing smooth, pale thighs and a pair of delicate white panties.

Lillian wondered what he was doing when she heard just rustling sounds from his belt and clothes, opening her eyes to see what was happening around her, a loud gasp left her lips as her eyes widened with surprise. “Was that under him all along?” She wondered in her head. Her cheeks washed up with red in embarrassment, and she lowered her gaze to her legs. Don was now standing naked in front of her, and the realization hit her that she had also been naked all these while. Immediately, she took the duvet to cover her body, but it only did justice to a few parts, her v area included. “I'm sorry.” She uttered, staring cluelessly at his face. It was so obvious, she tried to avoid staring at his n

The sound was soft, almost imperceptible, but Adrian snapped his head up instantly. Lila stepped into the library. She had finally washed off the grime and terror of the previous night, shedding her wrinkled, blood-stained clothes for a black fitted gown that fit her like a glove, exposing the clean lines of her shoulders, and her dark hair was swept back, giving her the appearance of the brilliant, untouchable legal "Shark" who had once terrified corporate boards. But beneath the exterior, her face was entirely pale, stripped of all color. Her lips were pressed into a thin, unyielding line, and her hands were tucked behind her back, not out of arrogance, but out of a desperate, clawing need

Under her torn clothes, something else caught my eyes, something I never thought not expected to see. Her underwear. I had never thought about it before, but now that I was looking at it, it wasn't half as bad as I thought. No, scratch that. It wasn't bad at all. A shiver ran down my spine as I took in the pink pastel bikini that hugged her exquisite figure. Up until now, I never knew how defined Liliana's curves were. If I didn't get a chance to see it myself, I would have never believed it. Not one bit.