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My breasts bounced free, nipples tight and pink in the cool air. Mark's eyes darkened, fixed on me. I saw his throat bob as he swallowed. "Panties," Doctor Harlan said. I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and slid them down, stepping out of them. I was completely naked now, smooth shaved pussy exposed, already glistening slightly from the humiliation and arousal mixing in my veins. Doctor Harlan circled me slowly, eyes taking in every inch. "Beautiful," he murmured. "Now sit on the couch, legs spread."

I say and Harlow shakes her head as she creates a login and subscribes to Dollycar. “No…” Harlow says as she sinks onto the couch next to me and shows me the pictures. I can see pictures in black and white of Carly naked. You can’t really see anything, oh. Except on these. There are some you can see everything and they are very explicit. In some photos, you can only see half of her face, her lips, or just the side of her face. You can never see her face clearly, but we know it’s here. Why has she been hiding this from us?

David’s low groan from the chair encouraged us both. We rolled together on the bed, our hands exploring. I unclasped her bra, freeing her heavy tits completely. They were magnificent, full, and soft, with dark nipples begging to be touched. I lavished attention on them, sucking and biting gently while she moaned loudly. “Fuck, Poppy… your mouth feels so good,” she gasped, “You’re a fucking pro, the title of a slut suits you best… just how many women have you fuck…ed”

GREY I woke up with Poppy's naked body half-splayed, half-curled up on my side, and a wide smile stretched across my face. Her cheek rested on my chest, her hand on my stomach. Her bare breasts moved with deep, steady breaths. Her still-swollen lips were slightly parted. She made a little noise in her sleep that sounded like a soft moan, and blood traveled down to my cock.

Poppy opens it and take out a light blue dress and a tank top and a pair of shorts for me. I recognise my clothes and thanks both Orion and Silas for them and they chuckle. Poppy put her dress on her body and I notice it must be one of her old ones that I took from her closet. It hugs all her curves in the right way and it ends below her knees so she can bend forward without showing off everything. She looks hot and I just stare at he every curve and I imagine her naked on the bed with her permission as we taste her everywhere, her full breasts, her pink nipples and her pussy that she so teasingly played with in front of my eyes.

His imagination paled terribly in comparison to the real thing. Poppy's red hair was wet and curly, draping over her sweet ivory skin and her tits were round with cherry nipples that his lips wanted desperately to wrap around. She had a round ass, unlike the women he was constantly surrounded with and hehad been had the door for quite some time, enough to watch her wade in the hot water while touching herself.

Ivanna spoke resolutely, not sparing Poppy any sympathy. "Do you... Do you really have to be like this?" Poppy couldn't stand Ivanna's sarcasm anymore. After all, she was a popular celebrity. It must have been embarrassing to be told she was uncultured. I saw Poppy's face turn pale, but I ignored it. Her attitude was terrible and she obviously needed someone to give her an earful. "Do you know why Atlas isn’t here to disturb us? Chloe is pregnant, and so am I. We’re just taking a quick nap here thanks to Chloe’s generosity. So, Ms. Poppy, can we get some rest now?"

She quickly got into the story I always made up for this. “Take off your clothes! I want to see you naked under the candlelight,” I said. Harper stood up, she stepped back a step so I could see her curves clearly. She untied her rope belt. With an elegant way, dropped her outer to the floor. She bowed for a moment, but her eyes did not leave mine. She lowered her panties, then moved to unhook her bra in the front. Harper was completely naked in front of me now. I could see the curves of her backside from the mirror, it was a different silhouette from the candlelight.

Ten of them. All naked. Nude. Bare. Stripped. I don't even bother reading the message. Instead, I set my phone down and focus on my laptop, pulling up the photos in full screen. I lean closer. I can’t believe it. She’s fucking incredible. The girl’s body is absolutely stunning; her breasts are perky and her pussy is perfectly shaven. My arousal increases as I imagine having her nipples in my mouth. My cock is painfully erect, just at the thought of it.

The city lights outside painted everything in soft neon and gold, but my eyes were locked on the scene unfolding directly opposite me on the 12th floor. Mr. Harlan, fifty-six, broad-shouldered, silver hair still thick, body kept hard by daily gym sessions and sheer arrogance, was fucking a girl who couldn’t have been older than twenty-two. She was bent over the back of his leather couch, completely naked, her perky tits pressed against the glass, nipples hard from the cool surface. Her mouth was open in a silent moan as Mr. Harlan stood behind her, pants around his ankles, driving his thick cock into her pussy with powerful, wet thrusts.