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“Any story for this?” She hummed for a while, trying to remember any story behind the photo. It doesn’t take her long to shrugged. “I don’t know, maybe it was just a usual selfie.” This time, I’m the one who is flipping the pages. It’s a photo of Rosie lying down on a pinky bed. Her eyes are wide open while looking at the camera. “How old are you here?” “Six? Or seven I guess.” “This one is cute. Can I have it?”

Brianna’s POV I gasped and cupped my mouth when I saw my photo spreading on the internet. There was an intriguing caption of ‘Brianna Quinn and Cain Hamilton’s marriage for convenience. Did they just use each other for their business?’. The photo of my face and Cain’s face were clear. The shot also took a blurry face of Amber and Rogue Adams. It was taken from the bar last night.

“But we got many pictures to choose from. We got Wamutori, this guy, I also got a white beaver—” “Well, Jai, ‘this guy’—” Saburo pointed to the Boraria Hard Tusk picture. “—is dangerous. Next time, just go to the north farm. They’re free to take and were already tame.” Jai shrugged. “Alright. We got many pictures using the device. Maybe we can sell them to someone if we don’t need them? You know, for extra money.”

Rainn The moment Kai and I barge into the packhouse I'm literally feeling like I can't breathe, I'm clutching on to the drawing we just dug up, a picture I drew when I was just a kid, the most startling part is the name attached to it, Groban.

Clothing consists of several layers of fabric with ties in addition to the waist. Aranjo gasped because her breasts were clearly displayed in front of the General. Aranjo releases the man's manhood and tries to cover her breasts using both hands. The General stopped Aranjo's hand before he had time to touch his own breast. The general, who was almost mad with passion, went crazy as he stared at the two breasts. Full round breasts with reddish nipples. Greedily the General sucks one of the nipples with one hand roughly squeezing the other breast.

I answer, my quick boots hurrying down the stone path as a sudden wave of excitement vibrates through my chest. Ronan sits motionless beneath the iron arches of the garden pavilion, his eyes staring down at his communication pad with a toxic mixture of hyper-focus and deep, agonizing sadness written across his face. My boots creep silently across the grass behind his shoulder, my fingers reaching out to execute a playful surprise attack, but my eyes accidentally catch a clear glimpse of the illuminated glass screen. The display holds a high-definition photograph of Ronan and Chika locked in a close stance.

Her neck was pierced, she looked and saw two other guys in the room, they must have sucked from her. "Mia, I'm glad you are alright" Nanny said hugging her dearly " These are the creatures I warned you about. Don't worry Raven will finish them off for us so we can have peace" Nanny said In a twinkle of an eye, Carly was kicked to their side. She groaned gritting her teeth in anger. She had been fighting with Raven "It's almost time for your siren to blow your asses back home. Just send this message to your father" Raven said pulling Carly up to rip her gown.

I connected my phone, opened the private browser tab I kept bookmarked, and cast the video to the screen. The scene loaded instantly and a girl about my age, dark hair, small tits, getting railed on a kitchen counter by an older man. He was tall, muscled, salt-and-pepper hair, the kind of body that looked like it still lifted heavy things for fun. He had her legs hooked over his arms, pussy spread wide, cock slamming in deep and slow while she moaned like she was dying from pleasure. The sound filled the living room with wet slaps, her high-pitched whimpers, his low growls telling her to take it, take every inch.

Noah's photos were on the matting table in the center of the space, having not been framed by Nicole yet. Raven picked up the first shot, an eleven-by-nine of her from behind while she sat on the boulder halfway down the valley on their island. The mist in the background gave the mountains a mysterious quality. It was the pop of color that was most intriguing. Her black hair falling down her back, white snow dusting the ground, the red blanket-all mesmerizing.

My phone beeps just as Lemuel disappears into one of the rooms and I grab it, opening the new notification I got from Jade. She uploaded a picture of her in a tennis fit with her racket on her shoulder and a big smile on her face. I’m about to close it, but I notice who’s standing in the background. I zoom in on the picture and lick my bottom lip. Brynn is sitting against the iron fence with her tennis bag by her side as she drinks out of a pink bottle. She has a cap on, so the only thing I can make out of the picture is she has her hair in a ponytail and her long legs always look so damn attractive.