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“Which one do you think will turn him on fast?” She looked at me with bright eyes, her hair messy from rolling around on the bed. “Uhm, I wouldn't know.” I swallowed, eyes glued to the last picture I took. In it, she was arched back, tits on full display, lips parted like she was moaning. Fuck, if I sent that to myself, I'd cum just staring at it. “Come on, Elle. Which one?” She moved closer, her breasts moving side to side as she did.

"Goddamn, look at her!" Kenny smiled as he watched Danny scroll through dozen photos that he'd pretty much memorized at this point. Jenna, a tall busty blue eyed blonde, was absolute perfection, and it showed in her photos which ranged from an elegant evening gown, to a naughty schoolgirl outfit and lingerie. "Available for erotic shoots." Danny read part of her description. "I am as playful as I am professional and will pose semi-nude. For an additional f*e I am willing to engage in photos portraying simulated sex. I am not an escort or sex worker, so please be professional and a gentleman. Modeling is a career, and to many, art. It's not pornography."

Wow, that sounds so much more messed up than I thought it would. A picture stops my frantic flicking. It's a picture of Shinee with a girl at his arm. She's beautiful, her hair stark white, her eyes a purple tinted colour, kind of like Shinee's, but darker. I've never seen her before, but just the sight of her and her perfect complexion next to Shinee has an uncomfortable twinge in my stomach accelerating. Am I jealous? No, I've never been truly jealous, and I'm not about to be after all these years just by looking at a one-hundred-year-old photo.

Iden placed a hand on her shoulder and stared at the image. Leo’s familiar face, frozen in time. “Me too,” he said, his voice low, almost broken. They both stared for a moment. Then Sofia flipped again—and Iden’s breath hitched. A photograph slipped out. A girl wrapped in a towel beside young Sofia—smiling wide, water dripping from her hair. Her eyes shined like wildflowers after a storm. Ellaya. Iden snatched the picture with trembling fingers, rubbing his thumb over her face. His chest tightened.

The burly figure follows his gaze, and his breath catches for a beat as he sees who his master is looking at. The girl's hair is scattered all over her face, she has red hand imprints on her neck, her skin is pale, and her eyes are wide open but she isn't breathing, her pussy is full of blood, and her butthole is so wide open, more than it should normally be, with so many bright red hand imprints all over her ass.

" So congratulations! The Alpha's daughter is soon going to become the slave of Translupine. " " Where he will fuck you to oblivion every day." " No...you...you are lying...they don't" She says shaking her head. Moving back from me. And I only pin her more. Opening the side drawer to take out a news letter from it. " See it for yourself" I say. Showing her the letter with the pictures on it. Pictures of women being carried on a beast like creatures shoulders. Them getting dragged. Crying. And that's when her body goes still. The paper dropping from her hands.

I couldn’t see her face as she was wearing a lace mask to hide her eyes yet, it was obvious she was very beautiful, with soft feminine features that made her look like she was out of a fairytale. In the pictures, she was dressed in lacy lingerie and in some, she was naked. I raised up the first one, where she was kneeling, her tongue extended and her jet black hair rolled into a messy bun atop her head, but it took nothing from her beauty. Her hands were bound behind her and her nipples were clamped with nipple clamps. I dropped that and picked up another one, where she was laying on a bed, with her legs spread apart, showing off a toy in her asshole. My eyes widened and I blinked in surpri

I was chilling in my beat-up Corolla after a long day grinding through Lagos traffic, the AC barely fighting the evening heat. My phone buzzed with a Snapchat notification ..Ella, the thick babe I’d been snapping with for two weeks. Her stories were pure fire: smooth dark glowing skin, full red-painted lips, a massive 42-inch ass that strained against every tight pair of jeans she wore, and heavy, juicy D-cup tits that bounced hypnotically in every video. She was 24, from Surulere, always teasing me with voice notes in that sweet Yoruba-accented English. “Babe, come pick me up tonight. I’m feeling you so much,” she’d snapped earlier.

Seeing her name alone is enough send blood rushing through my ears, drowning the world into a single pulse beating her name over and over again : Brie - elle , Brie - elle , B riel le … My Fingers moved before my brain could protest, unlocking my phone fast, almost desperate. I clicked the photo attachment and the first sight made my breath vanish completely. It was her breasts . Bare, pale, perfect round capped with pink tips slightly hardened like she'd touched herself while taking the pic, maybe even pinching it and letting out a soft whine that only my brain picked up and now it's playing endlessly behind my skull. The camera was angled upward catching her collarbones. Her throat stretch

"No way! This is not happening!" I said to myself while looking at the mirror. Why is the reflection on the mirror different? Her eyes, were glistening purple, sculpted upon her creamy face like dazzling amethyst. Strands of molten gold tumbled out of her scalp, cascading down her back like a waterfall. Lips as red as roses, crystal white teeth, hourglass-shaped body. This girl is the perfect cover for FHM magazine or she could be the next Victoria Secret Angel! Hold on, her appearance is similar to the character design of Valeria Falsen that I drew for Callista's novel.