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She pointed to the stool and Erika quickly walked over and sat down. Madri didn't say anything, she just started to rapidly disrobe. In a manner of seconds she, like Erika, was completely naked in the examination room. Erika admired Madri's body. She was tall, slim, and her breasts were so perky. Her pussy looked so tight and well-groomed. And when Madri walked naked, she looked so powerful. It was like Erika would be able to tell Madri was a doctor, even if she wasn't wearing clothes and had never spoken to her before.

They were standing, holding drinks in their hands, looking like they were at a party. The next photo showed the blonde woman sitting on a couch. This time she was naked, her legs spread, and her pussy was shaved like it said in the ad. The third photo showed Greg. He was sitting on a deck chair by a swimming pool, naked as well, his erect cock flat against his belly.

When I got to the private room where Alex was having his bachelor party, I could hear voices inside. "Did Elsa return the moment?" Alex was bonding with Aria?" Someone inside the room asked, and I paused. A chill came over me. Elsa. Was that the name of the girl in the photos? Those inside were not just Alex's friends; they were all in the same pack. They knew this girl? My hands shook slightly as I steadied my breath and walked in. But nothing could have prepared me for what I saw. Inside the private room, the man who would soon become my mate had his arm tightly wrapped around another woman. He looked to be desperately clinging. The girl he was holding was probably Elsa. She looked just li

The picture didn't suit Madeline in the slightest but she didn't want to get ahead of herself but everytime the damn positive pregnancy test came to mind, it always made her heart race and her anxiety to rise up. She drank her soda and tapped her feet on the hard pavement. Her damp hair stuck to her cheeks like glue and all she wanted right now was to have a relaxing hot bath and sleep nessled in Kane's warm embrace. She looked up to see Gabriela Campbell, a famous model and apparently her own designer appear on a billboard. All of her designs were legendary and known in the fashion industry. It was a sight to see both a designer and a model in one body. At one point, Madeline thought of bec

Madeline stands in the hallway, a heavy suppressed pistol in her hand. "What the fuck did you do to her?" I roar, lunging forward before catching myself. Madeline steps over Eliza’s body, nudging her aside with a polished heel before kicking the door shut. She’s smiling. It’s a cold, empty expression that makes the hair on my arms stand up. "Relax. Just a sedative patch to the neck," Madeline says. "She’s fine. Probably." "Where is Nathan?" "Sleeping," she purrs. "Did you really think a few home movies would break my hold on him? You thought you could just waltz in and take what’s mine?"