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She reached for her robe, then grinned and hung it back on the hook. Nora flicked out the light and padded barefoot down the hall to her bedroom. She felt her thighs rub together, her breasts swing just a little from the weight, and felt the nipples stiffen in the cooler breeze of the hall. The thought of her nephew waiting for her in her bed, with his eight inch cock raised like a flag pole in anticipation, and with the knowledge that he was about to thrust that hard member into her, was the greatest thrill she had ever experienced. It caused the moisture droplets to collect on her pink inner and outer lips. She hadn’t been this excited on her wedding night. Nora waited for a moment then sl

Amara surrendered to her desires. "At the end I am going to be the one to fuck." Ivan smirked throwing Amara on the couch. Ivan dropped soft kisses on her neck. He unbuttoned her white shirt revealing white lacy bra. He removed it without any difficulty and cupped her breast in his large hand squeezed it, nibbling her hard nipples. Amara moaned and drag his to her mouth. She captured his lips and hungrily bite her. In between kisses Amara removed his shirt and traced her hand on his bare upper part.

No amount of training can take away their true basic nature. Nora looks down at her worn out black bra that she has worn for at least 2 years along with only one other pair. She wore one for a few days while the other was washed and dried. Her full chest was on full display as the shirt's broken buttons couldn't be used to cover up. However from below the lower edge of the bra, the buttons were intact and her anorexic waist wasn't visible. "They were ripped." She mutters as she tried to pull over the remaining cloth over her breasts in an attempt to hide them.

Although every fiber of Lyla’s being resisted, her feet moved forward uncontrollably, inching closer to get a better view of what was happening inside the room. There, the moaning woman lay draped over the arm of the sofa in a seductive pose, her hips provocatively raised. She wore a skimpy bikini, with the lower half resembling a thong, exposing nearly all of her backside. This must be the woman the others had mentioned—Sienna Rivers.

“Double the guards. And find out who those gang members were that pressured him. I want them—” ‎A throat cleared behind us. I turned, and there she was. Nora stood at the edge of the room, fresh from a shower, dressed in a baggy pajama top and shorts that rode high on her smooth, toned legs. Her hair was tied in a messy ponytail, strands framing her delicate face, giving her an effortless allure that hit me like a gut punch. My eyes traced her legs involuntarily, the curve of her thighs, the way the fabric clung just enough. Then up to her face—those full lips, the fire still simmering in her eyes. She looked vulnerable, yet unbreakable. I was entranced, my thoughts scattering, the scotch fo

It was slightly ajar. Curiosity should’ve died right there. But no. Of course not. I had to know. I moved toward it like a sleepwalker drifting toward disaster. I reached the door and peered in, only to see everything. Ronan was naked. He was also spread out like a living sex ad. His legs were apart and his hair was damp. His muscles gleamed with sweat and his hips rolled with practiced rhythm as he drove himself into… A nurse? Blonde. Curvy. Her scrub top was still on—barely buttoned—but her lower half was completely bare. She rode him like she was possessed. No hesitation, no holding back.

He scrolled down the screen, and his eyes caught sight of one particular picture. Aaron zoomed into the photo. It was a candid shot that was taken when Nora turned over her shoulder after the photographer called out her name. She wore a spaghetti strap peach blouse and skirt. Her wavy dark brown hair blew out in the wind, revealing her slender neck. Her pouty lips, identical to the color of her blouse, were slightly opened apart. Aaron stretched out his hand and caressed the picture on the screen, a hint of a smile appearing on his handsome face.

Nero decides to go Home and have a cold shower to try and wake up properly before attempting to talk to Ezra. As he walks into the Alpha house, Vida is stood on a chair with a big white dress on while two ladies are pulling the fabric and sticking needles in to keep it in place. Vida is facing away from him as he watches on. One of the older Ladies makes a remark about having to let the dress out on her tummy a bit as it seems a little tight, which makes Vida twitch a little. Looking over her shoulder she throws a glance at Nero. He always thought she was beautiful but seeing her in the dress makes her sun kissed skin pop out even more. To him she looks like she is glowing and he can’t stop

Nora declined to answer, but the next morning when Vic checked her email she found Nora had sent her another picture. Curious, she opened it and almost gasped. It was a full length picture of Nora. The outfit turned out to be a black teddy. Nora was wearing it with a pair of black heels, Her back was to the camera and she was looking over her shoulder with a grin, her hands on her hips. Vic nagged her memory for a moment about the familiar pose until she saw the caption. It said "My Betty Grable Pose".

My jaw dropped. Zara was on her bed, completely naked, her pale skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat under the soft glow of ring lights set up around the room. Multiple cameras were positioned strategically—one on a tripod facing the bed, another on her desk capturing a side angle, and her laptop screen showing a live feed. She was arched back against plush pillows, legs spread wide, one hand between her thighs moving rhythmically with a massive vibrating dildo, the other pinching and twisting her swollen nipples hard enough to leave red marks. Her eyes were half-closed in ecstasy, lips parted as she gasped and whimpered like a bitch in heat.