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Brielle whimpered at the loss—pussy clenching around nothing. Nathan scooped some of the mess with two fingers—pushed it back inside her—lazy, possessive thrusts. “Keep me in there,” he murmured. “Don’t let a drop go to waste.” Brielle reached for her phone on the coffee table—hands shaking. She opened the camera—switched to selfie mode. Nathan watched—eyes dark, still half-hard—cock glistening with their combined release. She angled the phone down—capturing the perfect shot: her thighs spread, his thick fingers still buried inside her, cum leaking around them, red marks from his grip visible on her hips, her face flushed and wrecked in the background.

Nathan, always known for his wild and unpredictable nature, seemed unfazed by our silent stares. As the seconds ticked by, Nathan’s eyes searched our faces for a reaction. We were all quiet but he didn't give up. As we all lounged on the plush leather couch in front of a crackling fire, sipping on glasses of velvety red wine, Nathan once again spoke up and said, “Let’s make a sex tape.” I wasn’t really shocked at all by his suggestion though, after all, Nathan had always been the wild and adventurous one in our group. Once again I glanced over at Jason and Sebastian and noticed the eagerness in their eyes as they nodded in agreement.

No doubt he’s protecting her privacy while still being thorough. The screen on the wall flashes to life a moment later, and like everyone else, I turn to watch. A profile loads, clean, professional, aesthetically pleasing. The woman in the photo looks to be in her late thirties. Confident smile, well-dressed, stylish without being flashy. Her username reads BrattyFun. “It looks like a standard profile,” someone says quietly. “I’m not seeing anything that stands out,” another adds. Nathan doesn’t respond. Instead, he clicks a few more times, opening a side panel on the screen that clearly isn’t visible to normal users. A list populates, long and dense with entries.

Nathan stood across from him. Nathan...That's right..Nathan was the shy quiet guy that I used to know. Until he started drinking and partying. I started to open the door when I noticed the veins that glowed bright orange. They covered every inch of him and he fell to his knees, screaming in agony as he burned from the inside out. Bile rose in my throat and I turned away, covering my mouth. I didn't want to see anymore. I closed my eyes, hoping it would just disappear.

Perhaps a nice long soak in the hot tub would help me relax. I eased out of Julian’s arms and donned my silk robe. The lights were dimmed on the rooftop. The water in the hot tub was bubbling, a sure sign that it was already in use. Someone else already beat me to it. Just my luck. I turned around to leave. “Fuck,” a raspy moan permeated the steamy air. Undoubtedly male. I turned back around to see a very naked Nathaniel leaning against the edge of the tub. He was stroking his dick. His head was bent in the utmost concentration.

Nathan took off his clothes and pants, leaving him in just his shorts. "Spin him around," he ordered. They made him lie on his stomach. Nathan pressed his weight on him, pinning him down by his waist. "Cover his mouth," he said. They covered his cries. Nathan slightly pulled down his shorts, revealing his cock. He leaned down and rubbed his cock between his ass. They laughed, they mocked. "I'm gonna make you feel fucking good," he smirked and moaned as he pressed against him. But before he could do anything, the door opened. Nathan looked at the door instantly, Raven stood there with Wayne's driver. "My goodness!" the driver exclaimed. Nathan got off of Wayne and fixed himself.

"It wasn't me. What good would it do me to piss you off? "My phone went missing yesterday, and I'm sure it must've been Arynn, who tipped off the reporters with my phone. "She must've wanted to leave you for a long time now, so she tipped off our mating ceremony to the press herself!" For a moment, Theron started doubting her. "No. Arynn loves me so much she'd never have wanted to leave." Her eyes darted to the wedding gown in his arms, causing Mirelle to immediately cover her face and force a sob.

sort of. Jane saw Nathaniel and Michael, completely nude and on their knees in the shower. They apparently didn't care that they could be seen, though they seemed preoccupied and didn't notice that Jane had come in. The both seemed to be in the throes of ecstasy while fucking . . . nothing. They were at least three feet away from each other and . . . 'Their penises are gone!' Jane thought. Then she heard Nathaniel speak. "Okay Anya, cut that out. It's creepy!"

Nita said, "It is better when he cums on you." The third time was even better. Rather than join the girls in pressing, Nita decided to sit on the other side of me and get herself off with her fingers. We made a little masturbation sandwich that way, me stroking my cock, my sisters lying on the ground, and Nita on the other side. Her legs spread wide, hiding nothing. She already had her top off and for this round, Nita stripped down naked. I was surprised to see that her pussy was covered in dark, curly hair completely untrimmed. There was something arousing and naughty about that.

Mathilda explained. "No! She is lying. I didn't kill her and what proof she has." Athena was confident that without any proof police won't touch her. "I have all the proofs of your illegal supplying of drugs and killing innocent children." Celestine nodded her head to Brad and he plugged the USB into the big projector. It was a short video clip where she choked a 10 years boy to death and threw his body to the wolf. The big screen flashed with photographs of Athena taking money for drugs and dagger in her hand.