Lookism 260 Novels & Stories

Dian POV We were on her couch fifteen minutes later. Yas sat cross-legged, one leg tucked under her, that oversized shirt riding up her thighs just enough to show the edge of her shorts. I pulled out my phone and opened the Notes app. “What’s this?” she asked, leaning closer, her bare knee brushing mine. “Our list.” “What list?” “The list of ten things we have never done.” I smirked, but my voice came out lower, rougher. “Sexually, of course.”

She followed the sound to an open bedroom door and stopped dead in her tracks. Mr. Lorenzo was sitting on the edge of his bed, completely naked. His muscular body was tense with pleasure. One strong hand was wrapped around his thick, hard cock, stroking it slowly. His eyes were glued to his phone. On the screen, Elena recognized one of the videos she had posted on I*******m last month—her in a tight top, dancing playfully at a friend’s party, her breasts bouncing with every move. He was jerking off to her.

Leila felt lightheaded as she woke up, she remembered nothing. The room was empty and she could feel a sharp pain in her head when she tried standing up. She looked down and she was wrapped in just the duvet, she tried remembering how she removed her clothes when she was just talking to the moving guys but her head was blank, her phone was buzzing with messages, she unlocked it to see several angry texts from Gavin. She sat up immediately, ‘why was he angry?’ She thought so she placed a call to him, he picked up immediately