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"You would've thought I deserved it, blamed me for not stepping aside and slowing you down while you saved your precious Dakota. But I'm not here to listen to your excuses today." From my bag, I took out a photo and pressed it against the glass. It was Nancy, sitting in the garden of her rehabilitation center, strapped into her wheelchair. A caretaker was feeding her water, but Nancy's eyes were empty, her expression blank. From afar, she looked like a non-sentient doll. Jack's breathing became shallow. "What did you do to Nan—"

Red asked. Kitten nodded enthusiastically. Red stood and led her from the room. Rob was left sitting there with a satisfied smile on his face. He looked up when the door opened. Marta stepped in. Rather than her usual business attire, she now wore thigh high black boots, and nothing else. Her nipples were pierced, and a small chain loosely connected her nipple rings. There was another ring below her bare pussy hanging from her clit.

Jake’s cum was still inside her, warm and slippery, threatening to leak with every small movement. Professor Langford circled her slowly, like a predator assessing prey. “Strip. Everything off. Fold your clothes neatly on the chair.” Mia’s hands trembled as she obeyed. She pulled the tank top over her head, then unhooked her bra, freeing her perky breasts with their stiff pink nipples. The skirt and soaked panties followed. Soon she stood completely naked in the middle of his office, skin flushed, pussy swollen and glistening with Jake’s load. “Beautiful,” Langford murmured. He stepped closer, one large hand cupping her breast, thumb brushing the nipple until she gasped. “You came so hard wh

"Jean Mitchell, don't think that everyone is a slut like you. Show me the proof if you can!" The next second, Jenny turned on the projector in the meeting room. A picture of a naked Lorraine Hill and Willie Castillo hugging together, appeared on the huge screen. Jean shrugged. "There. There’s the proof you wanted."

Those innocent amber eyes were now full of desire. I was thrilled as I continued moving on top of her. And as we reached the climax, we both held each other so tight as though we didn't want to part. I could also feel a prickly sensation at my back as her nails dug into my skin together with her sweet moans. Oh, I loved her moans. It was like music to my ears. Carry on, sweetie. Carry on. I whispered in my mind. Panting, I lay on the bed. Then, I pulled her closer to me as I wanted to feel the heat from her bare skin.

His thumb began to rub slow circles against her clit, teasing the sensitive flesh until she was squirming in his arms. Taslah watched with hungry eyes, her chest rising and falling with excitement. She reached behind her, her own hands unzipping the tight black dress, letting it fall to the floor. She was naked underneath, her body a canvas of tanned skin and curves that made even Damien’s heart stumble in his chest. She walked closer to them as she knelt down between Lilah’s legs, her eyes never leaving Damien’s.

"All of your aunts are most likely addicted to his pheromones and you have some variant of them." "The fuck you say!" I gawked. "Oh yeah. He was that kind of son of a bitch." "So when I get scared, they get horny?" I despaired. "Or if you are your regular horny self," Pamela chortled. "Hell, Brianna is probably humping that urinal you and Miss Lawless engaged as a...prop earlier this evening." "You are just a cornucopia of horrific knowledge, aren't you?" I groused. "I've never had a friend like you," Pamela enlightened me.

I leave the altar and rush to grab one brochure from a nearby guest and open it. And my soul leaves my body. There I am on page one. Naked... everything on display. With another one of my side partners on top of me. My back, my tattoos, the curve of my body, all caught in perfect, high-resolution detail. Another photo depicts me in a hot tub with a pair of individuals from training camp, intoxicated, plus a blurred girl performing inappropriate actions within a public spa. My chest turns to ice. The next page is worse.

It was time for the celebratory dinner. Pamela was all dressed up in a peach color gown with black heels. She looked even more stunning. Tonight was also her night, Jane did not want her to be left behind. Her victory over Leslie did not come as a surprise, but that of Pamela did. Just a few photos of her by her side and the mention of her as her previous manager made her blow up. She was proud, very proud to be her friend and a model for her.

Both her nipples were printed on her sheer lace bra, while her skirt couldn't even cover her panties. Moans continued to be heard from her lips while her buttocks occasionally moved up and down. That's because there is a vibrator attached to her vulva that keeps vibrating. It was Pamela. A slightly tacky makeup graced her face, and even though she was still sighing and squirming weakly, there was something odd about the look in her eyes. Pamela looked unfocused. She was more like a semi-unconscious person. Of course, it was natural because, for the past six days, Dudley had been forcefully feeding her cocaine. So, it can be said that Pamela is currently in a state of intoxication.