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His name flashed across the screen, and for a second, I just stared at it before answering. “Hello?” The moment the call connected, noise flooded through the speaker. It was loud and chaotic, music pulsing heavily in the background, the deep bass vibrating through the line in a way that made it impossible to ignore. There were voices layered over it, laughter, high-pitched squeals that sounded distinctly feminine. “Hold on,” Marcus’s voice came through, slightly muffled. There was a shuffle, then his voice again, clearer this time. “Move a little, princess,” he drawled lazily. “Daddy has to attend to something.”

I wanted him to see. Marcus lived alone next door. Tall, quiet, with intense dark eyes that always lingered a second too long when we passed each other. I had caught him watching me sunbathe more than once. Tonight I was done pretending. I climbed out of the pool and sat on the edge, legs open toward the nearest camera. My fingers moved faster between my legs, rubbing my swollen clit while I moaned softly into the night. The water dripped down my skin. I pushed two fingers inside myself, pumping slowly, imagining his eyes on me through the screen. My moans grew louder. I didn’t hold back. I wanted him to hear everything.

“That’s not supposed to be public knowledge?” “No shit.” Bryce blinked rapidly, then looked at Hannah. “How do you know?” She shrugged innocently. “I saw them naked.” I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Oh,” she added thoughtfully, “and Marcus is pierced as fuck.” Bryce barked out a laugh immediately. “Were you checking him out?” “It was kinda hard not to,” Hannah defended instantly. “The man was standing there fully naked with his whole situation on display.” “My whole situation?” I repeated flatly.

She made no move to cover the younger girl’s spread, dripping body. Marcus — Olivia’s husband, the tall, muscular, charming man known in certain circles as “Mummy’s Playboy” — walked in and froze. His eyes widened, then filled with raw lust as he took in the obscene sight: Edwina sitting on the kitchen island with her legs spread wide open, her shaved pussy glistening and leaking, tank top bunched up exposing her perky tits, and his wife standing between her thighs looking very pleased with herself. “Well, well, well,” Marcus said, his deep voice thick with arousal. “What do we have here, my love?”

Marcus tied my legs spread-eagle to the four corners of the bed, the restraints holding my body open for him, and I, helpless. He looked down at me. “Look at you,” he said to me. “You look so beautiful all spread out like that for me.” I shook my head. “No, no. No!” The decision to sleep naked looked like a really bad one in that moment. My heart raced fast. “Marcus, untie me. This is too much,” I whispered, tugging at the ropes. “It isn't,” he said. “Just be patient.” He stripped his clothes off carefully, down to the very last piece, until his hard long cock was pointing proudly at me.

It was a sloppy, wet and dirty kiss, full of spit, teeth clattering and tongues exploring every inch of their mouths. The Soccer player, Quin did not remember what his name was, followed without a second thought. Two sets of hands grabbed her at the same moment. Liam’s fingers tore the thin straps of her halter dress down in one movement, leaving her tits exposed. The slippery fabric slid down, bunching up in a small ball at her waist. Marcus' hands were already under her dress, groping at her ass cheeks and spreading her legs wide apart. “She is not wearing a thing, Jesus!” Marcus muttered, his thumbs digging deep into her soft flesh and splitting her apart to make her exposed pussy and ass

He scrolled to a photo of Marina naked and having sex, showing off her amazing tits, and handed it to Micah. Micah’s eyes widened. “Damn, man,” he muttered, swiping through the photos. Caleb realized Micah was looking at pictures of Marina’s pussy and them fucking. Caleb held out his hand, and Micah returned the phone. Caleb looked down and saw the last photo Micah had focused on—a close-up of Marina’s pussy. “Damn, that’s a nice looking one!” Micah said.

"Fucking perfect." He lowered his head and took her nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, and Elena cried out. His hands went to her yoga pants, yanking them down along with her panties, and then she was completely naked in her kitchen while this stranger...this handyman....devoured her breasts. "On the counter," Marcus commanded. "Now." Elena scrambled up onto the counter, spreading her legs instinctively, and Marcus moved between them. His hands gripped her thighs, spreading them wider, and then he was looking at her pussy with undisguised hunger.

The pleasure built, my hips lifting off the bed as I chased release. The door creaked open. I froze, eyes wide with terror. Marcus stood in the doorway, shirtless, wearing only his sweatpants that hung low on his hips. His dark eyes locked onto my spread legs, my fingers still buried inside myself. “Well, well,” he said, voice low and dangerous. “What do we have here?” I yanked my hand away and scrambled for the covers, my face burning with humiliation. “Marcus! Get out! I—I thought you were gone!”

she demands, voice muffled against my skin. “I… I need it,” I whimper. “Please…” She laughs darkly and forces my tits together again, sucking both nipples at once. The sensation is too much. My cunt clenches on nothing, dripping steadily down my ass onto her papers. Marcus steps closer, unzipping his jeans. His cock springs out—thick, veined, already leaking. He strokes it slowly, eyes locked on my chest. Dr. Kane notices. “You want these tits wrapped around your cock later, don’t you?”