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The camera stayed on the stool, lens pointed at nothing. Mara’s shirt hung open, then was gone entirely. Elise’s fingers worked the button of her jeans next, slow enough that the sound of the zipper felt louder than the soft click of the shutter had been. Dominic stood behind Mara the entire time, chest bare against her back, hands resting lightly on her hips while his wife undressed her. When the jeans and underwear were pushed down, Mara stepped out of them barefoot on the seamless paper. The studio lights were still at full power—no shadows to hide in, every flush and wetness visible.

By the time I had washed up and was ready to sleep, a message popped up on my phone. It was from Matt. Matt: [Mel is in my care now. Tonight, she's my bride.] Attached to the taunting words was a photo. In the photo, a tall, lean man had one hand tangled in Melissa's hair, pressing her against a bathroom sink, while the other hand held his phone up to snap a picture in the mirror. The angle of the shot left little to the imagination—it didn't show anything explicit, but the context was unmistakable. Melissa's face was visible, her expression was one of euphoric abandon, and her eyes were hazy with lust.

Melissa dopped her blouse to the floor and began working on her tight skirt she smiled, dropping her skirt to stand before him in her bra and panties. He groaned, his hard cock straining against his tight shorts. Melissa continued her strip tease and reached back to unclasp her bra, letting it fall to the floor. "You are so gorgeous.” He whispered, his eyes widening at her big bouncing breasts before him. Melissa stepped out of her panties and stood stark naked before him, a brazen gleam in her eyes. "So this is what theyve been enjoying"He said thickly, dropping his trousers. "You are finally half way into getting what you want! The question is are you sure you can handle all these.” She pu

The women rushed over, peering over Melissa’s shoulder. Melissa opened the envelope, her heart leaping into her throat. It contained pictures of Cassandra and Jared making love on his couch in the living room. “Oops,” the women stepped back, exchanging questioning looks. Melissa’s temper boiled as she clenched her fists, trying hard not to explode. “Looks like someone’s been having a fling. Is that you, Melissa?” one of the women asked. The second nudged her lightly. “How could it be her? Melissa doesn’t have hips like the woman in the picture.”

A decent amount of cleavage was shown which made my fit look even more sexy. The underwear was heavenly pretty. It was high waisted having different types of thick and thin straps that rested above the waist line on the sides. A golden chain embedded on the waist line of the underwear. Tying my hair in a messy bun, I applied a bit of waterproof mascara and a light shade of red lip color. Striding out I saw Elisa standing there in a single piece of purple off-shoulder swimsuit. Her back was backless. She had her hair tied in a high ponytail.

Melissa's livestream had already drawn over 100 thousand viewers. The screen was flooded with comments, all condemning me. "This woman is pure evil." "We need to expose her and destroy her reputation!" Melissa sat in front of her tent, her eyes red, and her hair deliberately messy. She sniffled into the camera. "Thank you, everyone, for your concern. I didn't sleep at all last night. Every time I closed my eyes, I imagined Max crying out in the forest.

“Worship it.” Elias leaned forward and pressed reverent kisses along the top of her foot, then up her ankle. He removed the heel gently and continued kissing her sole, her arch, sucking each toe into his mouth one by one with devoted care. His tongue traced every inch, worshipping her like she was divine. Lilith watched him with growing heat between her thighs. “Such a good boy already,” she praised softly, running her fingers through his hair. “Now… undress me.” Elias rose to his knees and carefully removed her gown, then her black lace lingerie, until she sat before him completely naked except for her stockings and garter belt. Her body was perfection — full breasts with dark nipples, smoo

And she only did one thing, concentrate on her study so much that she ended up dozing off. “Are you sleepy?” he asked looking at her after the class room teacher left. She shook her head and looked at her notes which was really other worldly. She herself doesn’t understand what she wrote while dozing off… maybe alien words that other was yet to know! Her eyes turned right as she heard Noel giggle which he tried to hide. He was laughing after looking at her notes and his eyes were still on it. Extremely breathtaking! Elin rather then feeling embarrassed felt mesmerized by his beauty and smirked, “It’s nice to see you smiling for real. It’s better then your fake one”.

I took in a deep breath, “But that was a long time ago, since high school years and clearly she has moved on proving to be better off without me. I didn't mean to do all that to you sister but I was pushed.” “Lies, all lies,” “What do you want to do with me? I'm sitting nake…” I was instantly cut short by a glorious sight, never had I seen anything like it before. Elias had stripped, he had taken the black dress off completely, what's more surprising? He had no underwear on. His shoulders wide and hard, the tattoos on his arm and chest were more visible when he flexed his muscles.

His hands played around her abdomen. Emma was ashamed of making sound and she tried to shut the eratic sounds coming from her heart. She wanted more. His every touch was driving her crazy but she could not blunt it out. Elijah teased her more. He brought down her panties and her well shaved public area was before his eyes. He wanted to see her deep and let his mouth drink her wine. Elijah held her waist and Emma subconsciously wrapped her legs around his waist. He supported her butt and took her to his bed.