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A white towel was wrapped low around his waist, his broad chest entirely bare and his dark, damp hair fell loosely around his face. "Here are the files," I said, trying to keep my eyes firmly locked onto his face as I held out the folder. "I've signed everything." Adrian took the folder, flipping it open with one hand. His dark eyes scanned down the page until they landed on the handwritten number. "One million," he read aloud, his expression unreadable. "Is it too much?" I asked defensively, folding my arms over my chest. “ I can redu—.” A low deep laugh escaped his chest—a rare, startling sound. "One million isn't even enough for you, Sienna."

This is what lava looks like: hot, unpredictable, dangerous and at the same time attractive. “Today I will pick you up. Andras kept himself in the air, sliding his hand along the alluring curves of the body, supposedly accidentally touching the sensitive nipples. “From now on, you are mine, Mila. - He went down the delicate skin of the abdomen, circled the hollow of the navel with his index finger, causing the place of touch to burn with fire. “Mine,” he grunted contentedly, rubbing the moisture with his fingertips over the hot bosom. - Take me. Melissa flexed her hips demandingly.

Millie didn't respond, pretending that she was offline. She was Mrs. Atkinson herself, so technically, she could see Mrs. Atkinson every time she looked in the mirror. She was caught off guard when Isabella sent her a private message. "I have some sexy photos of Mr. Atkinson. Are you interested? You can have them for a thousand dollars." Millie felt her temples throbbing. Isabella's sources of income varied too much! "Thanks, but I'm not that sort of woman." In the next second, Isabella sent Millie a photo of Pierce with his abs exposed. There was glistening sweat on his full abs, and he was a little more tanned than he currently was. It was a nice tan, and he looked especially nice and heal

They both walked back to the Manor, Voyra led her to the old library and searched through a secluded area of books before pulling out three scrolls that was hidden behind the shelves. Ilena scrunched her brows in confusion. “How would scrolls be of help to get him to forgive me?” “These contain actions that could be done to.....please a man.” Her cheeks flushed slightly while she said those words. Ilena’s eyes widened, curiosity got the best of her as she reached to open the first scroll. An image of a woman on her knees in front of a man’s cock was the first image. She gasped with her cheeks flaming hot and closed it back quickly while Voyra squealed. “S-such vulgar images!”

Mila raised her brow. "I have nothing with you, so just go" Iris said trying to be bold just like what Chantel had told her. "Tssk.. how dare you talk to me that way. Do you still love your life? You know one post from me is going to ruin you beyond repair" Mila face turn cold. "What are gonna do?" Iris asked. "What I'm going to do? Hey, have you forgotten the fact that your nude pictures are with me? What do you think will happen once I release it" Mila said.

I want to pound Carina so badly that she’ll regret leaving me behind, hanging with nothing. A list of thumbnails with sexy positions and beautiful women flood before me. By just merely seeing tits and pussies before Iget hard. I scroll the screen while as I look for the best one. I stop scanning the selection when I spot a hot blonde bombshell with a body of a p**n star masturbating on the screen. I click the window and play the flick.

Critics circled like elegant vultures, murmuring approval at the technical mastery while their eyes betrayed the real reason they had come: to drink in the nakedness blown up to life-size, to pretend they were above it. Elena Voss moved among them in a backless black dress that clung to her like a second skin, the slit climbing high enough to promise scandal with every step. At thirty-eight, she had curated shows that made careers and broken others. Tonight was hers. Victor Kane was the most notorious erotic photographer alive, and she had lured him to her gallery with a single phone call and the kind of smile that made men sign away their souls.

"No! Of course not, you crazy girl. Only when I'm alone. Respect me!" "You better. Respect me too, when I'm here, please put those little fingers to rest." The two laughed a lot. Milla's friendship was so good, so open to all subjects. "You should know that I also use a vibrator. Often while Gringo and I are having sex."

“Do you need some privacy?” The look on his face told me what I was about to watch wasn’t good. I furrowed my brows to brush away the uneasiness washing over me. With a deep sigh, I started the video just after the man left. The angle was clear, showing every humiliating detail of what the man did to Mila. He was a dirty blond, well-built. My heart tightened as I saw Mila resisting him—screaming, begging—but she couldn’t save herself. It was obvious she was drugged.

REINA I’ve known Yvonne my entire life. She’s been Mum’s best friend forever — always around, always teasing and laughing, but to me she was pure sexual obsession. At 52, her body was built for sin: massive heavy F-cup tits, wide breeding hips, a thick juicy ass that jiggled when she walked, and a pussy I had fantasized about for years. I’d caught accidental glimpses of her naked before. Those huge pendulous breasts with their fat dark nipples but it was her cunt I craved most. I wanted to bury my face in it and eat her like a starving whore.