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“Look how hard my nipples are already.” She slipped the top off her shoulders, then pushed her skirt down her legs, stepping out of it. Only tiny black panties remained. She turned around, bent slightly, and slid the panties down, showing her smooth, round ass and the pink lips of her pussy. When she faced the camera again, she was completely naked and smiling. The class clapped softly. Marcus nodded. “Beautiful control, Amy. Very natural.” Next was Jake. He pulled his shirt over his head, showing his toned chest and abs. Then he dropped his jeans. His cock was already half-hard, hanging heavy. He stroked it once, slowly, looking straight at the camera. “Getting hard just thinking about what

Notifications stacked up like a goddamn storm warning. Some group chat. Kayla’s friends. [New Video: “LMAO our girl’s slaying”] [Kayla’s going global] I should’ve deleted it. Instead, I tapped. The screen lit up and my world broke. Kayla. Half-naked. Lying on a sunbed near some kind of pool cabana. Bikini top flung off to the side. Legs spread wide. One man between them, thrusting deep and hard. She was moaning like a pornstar. Loud, unfiltered and completely consumed.

She pulls her glasses onto her face, her eyes still focused on the yacht we’re about to board. “Peyton, darling.” Gram pulls her eyes from the yacht and wraps an arm around Peyton. “Yes, Gram?” “Why is there nothing penis-shaped at this party?” “Gram, I never want to hear the word ‘penis’ from your mouth ever again.” Peyton shivers. “They’re ready for us!” Mom calls, taking the hand of one of the crew members as he escorts her up the stairs to the boat. Peyton excitedly claps before she throws the T-shirt at me. “Put it on, Preston. Let’s go celebrate one of my final nights as a Rhodes!” She runs away before she can hear any of my protests.

"Let me fuck you, Peyton. Forgive me if I am too vulgar with words," My mouth parts and sharp breath flows out because his words are having too much effect on me. "I'm leaving," I say, then start heading towards the door because my body is unconsciously pulling towards him. And if I stay here any moment, I'll have no option but to give him all of me. I am already a few steps away from the door when Killian walks towards the door, locks it, and presses his back to it, so I will be unable to leave. "You're naked, Peyton. You have only that shirt on. And how do you expect my men to look at you when you step out like this?"

Kennedy and I don’t get the chance to talk alone until past midnight when the light goes off under Una’s door, and Annie’s bedframe finally stops creaking from her nightly tossing and turning. We’re sitting in the dark living room, side-by-side on the sofa, doing our usual thing. Kennedy is playing some shoot-’em-up game with human teenagers online. I’m scrolling on my phone, putting things into shopping carts and taking other stuff out. Kennedy’s cross-legged in baggy athletic shorts, a generic white T-shirt, and the retro red-and-blue striped tube socks I bought her. Her chin-length, silky straight hair keeps falling in her face, causing her to miss shots, and every time, she cusses and bl

Copyright ©️ 2024 Miss L Writes and Ember Mantel Productions “I know.” He slaps me on the back. “And you don’t have to worry about Peyton. She is on Luna duty. Apparently her mom is a maternity healer, and the apple didn’t fall far from the tree. She actually said Kennedy is, and I quote, ‘almost ready.’” I stop in my tracks. “How does she know that?!” “No idea, but I’m inclined to believe her. Kennedy’s scent has been changing as the pup grows, but it has been almost overwhelming the last two days.”

"Something else? Honey, ain't you given me enough surprises the past couple of days?" When his country accent came out, it secretly gave her a thrill. He was usually able to hold so tightly to it, but she could see him on a tractor with a piece of straw sticking out of his mouth. He would be wearing a pair of cowboy boots, scuffed of course, a plaid, pearl-snapped shirt, and a pair of well-worn jeans with a hole in the ass where his wallet went. No matter what, she was pretty sure that Layne wasn't a cowboy-hat-wearing type of man, so she figured a baseball cap would be sitting on his head to shield his eyes from the sun. She wished she'd known him like that. "My nude pictures broke today. I

"You're totally not a fag. You're just a straight guy who gets a hard-on when another dude tells him what to do." Braden swallowed hard. He didn't say anything. "Take off the pants," Jake ordered. Braden looked around the empty stadium. Then he pushed his sweatpants and underwear down. He stepped out of them. He stood on the 50-yard line completely naked, his big cock sticking straight out, leaking precum. "Turn around and bend over," Jake said. Braden turned around. He bent at the waist, resting his big hands on his knees. His thick, muscular ass was thrust out in the air. Jake looked at it. It was a perfect jock ass. Hard and round.

The naked lady bends in a doggy style, her hands grab the end of the bed, her ass pushed out to Uncle Kay who straps behind her, aggressively pumping his hips inside her big pussy! I've seen a few naked couple… not a novice to pornography, but seeing Uncle Kay’s big cock that naturally mocks my too-ting dildo gets pumped inside her dripping red pussy, leaves my jaw hanging down. “Hmmm…” I moan, imagining what that size will do to my small cunt.

Quirin It took Kennedy a long time to fall asleep last night. It took me even longer. The moment Kennedy walked out of the closet naked, it felt like every drop of blood in my body went straight to my dick. It was throbbing so hard that I thought I might explode right there.