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Aria stood outside the converted warehouse in Manhattan's Meatpacking District, checking the address on her phone one more time. This was it. Damien Cross Photography Studio. Damien Cross. The Damien Cross. The photographer whose work hung in MoMA and the Guggenheim. Whose controversial nude series had caused scandals and made millions. Whose subjects became famous simply by being photographed by him. And he was looking for a new muse. Aria was twenty-five, a struggling artist working three jobs to pay rent on a studio apartment the size of a closet. She'd seen the casting call online: Seeking female model, 21-30, comfortable with artistic nudity, long-term project, substantial compensation.

On the other end, Amara opened her eyes slowly. She felt a sharp pain in her G spot. It was as if someone had torn her apart. To her surprise, Ivan had untied her hands and feet. Amara managed to stand on her feet and wore her jeans. Her face was white as a sheet and her body was numb. First, she confirmed no one was there and then scurried away from Ivan's house. Her legs were trembling due to intense pain but she somehow managed to stop a taxi and drove to her apartment.

The naked man was none other than Adrian." Ha!" Sara screamed and covered her eyes slightly. " Why aren't you wearing anything?!" She was embrassed, seeing Adrian's naked body, and she felt her face turning red." I was about to take a shower, but when I heard you calling me, I had to open the door," he replied her innocently and crossed his arms over his chest. He didn't felt any shame.

Sara’s voice followed, in a breathy moan. “Mhm… Kent…” Lance’s jaw tightened. He shouldn’t be here. She was his girlfriend's mother, who had moved in with them because her apartment was infested. She was also a sexy as fuck Milf and Lance had been day dreaming about fucking her for months. He shouldn’t listen to her private moment, but his feet moved anyway. He edged the door wider so he could see her. "Hot damn," Sara was sprawled on her bed in nothing but a loose tank top. She obviously had no bra on because her plump tits kept shifting as her hand worked her pussy under her panties.

The room echoed with the panting of three naked bodies. Sara watched Vincent pull up his underwear. His cock had still not gone down. The Viagra was still working. Sara let out a satisfied yawn. The night had gone so much better than what she imagined.

Sara jumped right up and said, “Let’s go!” Sara and Trav brought us over to their warrior gym, which, hot damn, was impressive. It seemed like something that would be far more in place in LA than out here, in a dilapidated pack, where the sun never came out. “Trav, you take your brother!” Sara shouted as soon as we stepped into the sparring court. “I’ve got Gigi.” The way she said it felt a bit threatening. A shiver traveled up my spine. I’d learned more about Sara in the past few months. She was ruthless and had tortured and attempted to murder her brother’s mate. But there was no way she’d do that to me, right?

Linda's skin prickled. "I--I can do it myself," she said, her voice a little too soft. A little too defensive. Tina finally turned and met her gaze. Her eyes didn't blink. Her mouth didn't smile. "Mrs. Garrett," she said, voice low and clipped, "stop this nonsense." Linda opened her mouth, but Tina cut her off. "I've seen hundreds of naked women. Every shape. Every size. Every age. I work with bodies. Yours is no different."

I think you know who my husband is- Sara's voice is fearful, she just wants to get out of there alive, anguish is taking hold of her and she starts crying like she is a lost child "Don't cry girl, if you accede to my wishes you'll get out of here alive, did you understand?" "Yes, yes, sir," that reminded him of the disgusting nature of Roberto's desires, and he supposed that he would have something similar with this man. "Take off your clothes, I want to see you totally naked" The man points at her as if she were an object, Sara is nervous and blocks herself without being able to do it