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The cold winter night blows against her curvy body, dragging the silky fabric of her blue dress, she crosses her legs and ignores anything other than her pizza. "I'll say right away that this time I got over myself," she chews loudly. Frozen the moment he would bite a large slice, Hunter frowns and raises his eyes to Penelope. "What do you intend to do?” I recognize the caution in your voice, and maybe a little... Fear?

Thea let out a frustrated sigh when she saw the naked corpse of a man slumped over the couch. “Penny, really? You better clean your mess up,” she yelled through the apartment. Penny strutted through from the kitchen, completely naked, her long curly raven hair cascaded down her shoulders and her beautiful bronze skin glistened in the amber light of the sconces. “Disappointed I didn’t share Thelxiepeia?” she grinned, her hazel eyes glistened as she looked at the scene before her. “I have another one waiting in my room if you’re hungry? He tied, stripped and rockhard,” she teased.

“I’m fine, Little one. There’s no need to concern yourself.” Penelope pulls me closer to her embrace with a nod. I won’t pretend that I don’t feel that this woman is holding me in her arms as if she never wants to let me go. Without a thought, I reach for the straps of her dress and lower them until her dress is around her waist and her bare breasts are touching my chest. Penelope glances trustingly up at me from beneath her lashes and raises her lips to mine, nipping my bottom lip before she slides her little tongue between my lips.

A sultry voice as smooth as velvet snapped me back to reality, and I needed no other proof to know who it was. She’s here. Penelope Coburn. Pulling off my pair of sunglasses, I welcomed the tall slender figure approaching me with a charming smile, offering her the seat beside me. Beautiful much with smooth tanned skin, long auburn hair, blue eyes, and defined cheekbones. If I didn’t know better, I’d have mistaken her for a model with her pretty sexy long legs which she flaunted by crossing them over each other in her almost see-through bikini. Almost. “Penelope Coburn. You look hotter in person. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Grabbing her slender fingers, I planted a kiss on the back of her h

But just a little. | made sure she wouldn't see me and then went over to get a bottle of water. She took off her jacket was only wearing a sports bra underneath. | couldn't stop staring at her toned body. What the hell? | shook my head and ignored my thought. - Penelope's POV - | took off my jacket and pulled my brown hair up into a ponytail. The band twisted around the second time but then snapped suddenly. | groaned in frustration. Curse my freaking thick hair.

I shrug and look around at the party before me. I shift uncomfortably in my seat when I spot Penelope. I have no idea why she has such an unnerving reaction from me, I’m not a stranger to mean girls but there’s just something about her that really makes me tick. Her firey red hair sticks out like a sore thumb against the other people around her. She’s in the shortest shorts I’ve ever seen and she’s topless. She stalks her way to the VIP area and starts to suck on Adria’s neck from behind her. Adria tilts her head back in satisfaction. Penelope walks over to the front of her now and Adria grabs the nape of Penelope’s neck and kisses her so hard. It’s so incredibly uncomfortable but it’s one o

Among them stood majestic wolf statues, their fierce eyes seemingly following our every move. But that wasn't what caught my attention. It was a moan, not one from pain but of pleasure, I froze when my eyes darted to the figures under a beautiful canopy. “Let me taste your sweet pussy, baby." Penelope lets out a whimper when Giovanni's finger slid up and down her slit, before he bends his head down to eat her pussy. My blood roars, my jaw drops open in shock as I stare at the scene before me. Giovanni's back was facing us but I could vividly see how Penelope's expression contorted into one of pleasure.

I turned toward the window seats, preparing to make my way to my usual spot, when a voice stopped me. “You people must like running your mouths. If you used more of your brain cells than your mouths, the world might actually improve.” Everyone froze. That voice. I turned my head toward the doorway. Penelope leaned against the wall, her black bob tucked behind one ear. A small tattoo peeked out from her neck, and another curled around her wrist. She wore a cropped white top, tiny black shorts, and a bomber jacket. Her arms were crossed, and the look in her eyes could’ve set someone on fire.

She threw her small hands into the air, letting out a loud, joyful giggle that echoed beautifully off the timber tree trunks. Penelope walked down the path with long, slow, and graceful strides. She wore a comfortable, cream-colored knit sweater and dark trousers, her long silver hair falling past her waist in loose, heavy waves. A genuine, beautiful warmth completely softened her features, her deep indigo eyes bright, calm, and filled with a heavy, profound parental affection .

She stared at him obsessively for a few seconds. She turned to the man next to her and said, "Hello, good sir. May we swap seats?" She had cropped hair, red lipstick, and makeup on. Her outfit was impeccable, as expected of Penelope Zeller. Men rarely refused beautiful women. The man stood up with his phone in his hands. "Of course." "Thank you. You're nice." Penelope sat down. The plane flew on steadily. Penelope turned toward Bryce, taking him in lustfully.