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Martin nodded even if he didn't believe her. Anabel got to the room, pulled off her bra and started with her n**ples. She did some strippers' moves and laid with her back on the bed, the cucumber in hand. Anabel took off her pant and stroked the cucumber like it was an actual d**k. Then slowly and gently, she inserted it in her p**sy, her eyes closed, letting out soft moans. Martin who did not believe Anabel's story of eating the cucumber walked stealthily to her room. The door was half closed so he peeped through. He watched when she played with herself till she started f**king her own p**sy.

He muttered with a dark smile and suddenly smiled darkly. He picked up his tab and swiped it open, he then went to his gallery which was filled with Sandra's pictures. Most of them were unaware of the pictures that were snapped from corners, while some were from her I*******m account.

Early the next morning, the news of William Simpson suddenly became a trending topic on the internet. The illicit pictures of him with women in various unexplainable positions surfaced on the internet out of nowhere. The pictures are so volatile and not meant for sensitive eyes. William has a habit of indulging himself with different women in BDSM acts where he ties up the woman and hurts them for his pleasure. All those pictures started doing the rounds all over the internet. Many people started to comment on how degrading the Simpsons are.

My walk of shame pic was truly appalling. “You’ll love this one.” Brack turned the screen toward me so I had a straight on view of a Twitter post. @smutkisses O Stradmore tennis’s darling debutante seen after bathroom tryst with unknown sex god bitly.com/X2_LY8 I almost spit out my coffee. “I’ll find @smutkisses and force a tennis ball down her throat for the ‘debutante’ comment.” I clicked on the link and covered my eyes when I saw the picture of me and Brack. He had a bit of lace clearly hanging from his pocket. “Where is that thong?”

"What if you have a contact? And why, of all the people in the mall that day, why me? Why you took a picture of me?" "I don't know. I only want to show my friend that I have a hot boyfriend... I gasped, covering my lips while Matthe was grinning from ear to ear. "So you find me hot?" He smirked. "No, it's not what I mean. What I'm saying is... "I'm hot. Abby finds me hot. Isn't it cool, Leo?" He grinned, now a bit drunk. I can tell he slurred when he spoke, and his face is now a bit red.

Vermont snorted. Felicity glanced at him and said, "He posted those pictures on his social media, which is not the same as you being naked right in front of me." Vermont's mouth twitched, "Hey, miss bandit. I'm telling you, based on my experience, men who like to take pictures of their abs are either scumbags or gay. So remember to keep your eyes out; this applies to 90% of the population."

As I watched, I couldn’t help but wonder how big Sam might be. One night, after I thought he’d gone to bed, I was online and came across a young man, about eighteen, on a webcam. He had a beautiful, big cock, and I sat there watching him stroke it slowly. Before I knew it, my hand slipped between my legs, and I began playing with my wet pussy.

And, I knew just how to do that. I opened a file, going through hundreds of intimate pictures that I had taken with Daxton. I settled for two. One was of me in a bikini top with his head resting on my chest and the other was from the bathtub, foams clinging to our skin, his hands wrapped around me with his lips on my right cheek and me sticking out my tongue. Good. This should do the work. “Have a nice day, Miss Tamara,” I clicked send, chuckling as I reclined in my chair.

107 LUCAS’ POV. “What!?” I asked, and ended the call. How could pornographic pictures of Derel be spread across the net? Why would Derel even have such pictures in the first place? I didn’t even need to do much on my phone before I saw the news headline. It was trending. I clicked on the pictures, with my heart pounding in my ears, and couldn’t believe my eyes. It was disgraceful, disgusting, and unbelievable. The pictures were so much, and the faces of all the different girls were blurred. Only his face, and the immoral acts were shown clearly.

I asked as we surrounded her,she was holding her phone in her hand, staring at it. "What's wrong,why did you scream like that?"Jane asked and i took the phone from her hand staring at it. There was a picture of me covered in slime from the previous night and it was tagged ' Queen Liv couldn't handle so much hotness and finally surrenders to the great Alexander ' It was tagged hashtag hotness, confession,surrender. The picture was the one from when the slime poured on me,i looked like a raccoon in the picture due to the shocked expression on my face.