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Alessandro behind her, pulling her back against his solid chest, his hands sliding up her sides to cup her breasts through her blouse. "Let's see what we're working with," Alessandro murmured in her ear, and his fingers found the buttons of her blouse, unfastening them one by one. Marcus released her mouth and stepped back, watching as Alessandro removed her blouse completely. Her bra was simple, white, cotton, professional and David reached around from her other side to unhook it, letting it fall away. "Fuck," Marcus breathed, staring at her exposed breasts. "Perfect. Absolutely perfect." Sophia's breasts were full 34C, with small pink nipples that were already hard from arousal and the coo

It didn't look like their bikinis were going to stay on for long. "Hi Simon," said a voice behind him. Simon turned, and saw Sophie. And even after all he had experienced in the past few hours, the sight of her took his breath away. Sophie wasn't wearing the red t-shirt anymore. She was wearing a lacy, tight, silky, dark purple blouse that showed her midriff, her shoulders, and most of her tits. If there had been any less of it, Simon thought, it probably would have counted as lingerie. Sophie's heart-shaped, innocent face wore an expression of shy, nervous excitement. But Simon let himself drink in a very long look somewhere else before he looked back at her face. Sophie's tits were even bi

He never plays with himself or even ejaculates, yet visits every week. She glided around the long thin pole by wrapping one leg around it, as the woman leaned in with her naked upper body. Marcella was one of the best dancers who was naturally blessed with an hourglass figure, which was the major reason why she was placed on the front to satiate men's hunger. She took a turn as her naked mounds jiggled, her confused stare travelled back towards Anthony, who was still staring at her without blinking. The man did not fail to make her awkward yet wet, Marcella could potentially feel her lower inner muscles clenching. However it was a sneaky play from the authorities of the bar, who prevented th

His eyebrows knitted, and his face wrinkled slightly. Celine sat on the floor in belief. It seemed impossible for such a thing to happen to her. “ My lord “Celine called as tears slipped out of her eyes. She slowly stood up and shamelessly began taking off her clothes, she took off everything until she was naked. Martinez wasn't amazed at all by her body, Sofia's was more beautiful and pure. Even though he saw a body more beautiful than hers, nothing could be compared to her. “You need therapy,” Martinez hissed and tried walking away, but she hugged him tightly from behind.

Eve kept her voice low, arms crossed tight over her chest. Marcus set the glass down and circled her slowly, eyes raking over her like he was cataloging differences. "Sophia moved different. Hips swayed like she knew every man in the room wanted her. You walk like you're ready to run." He stopped inches away. "It's almost convincing. Almost." "Get to the point." He pulled out his phone and showed her a photo — Sophia's bare hip, the tiny crescent birthmark clear as day, Marcus's lips pressed beside it. Eve's blood turned to ice.

Soft jazz played from hidden speakers, blending seamlessly with the gentle lapping of waves against the rocks below. Genevieve Moreau, a 26-year-old French fashion heiress with porcelain skin, long chestnut hair, and a graceful, voluptuous figure, stood on the terrace in a sheer white slip. The fabric clung to her body in the humid air, outlining her hardened nipples and the growing heat between her thighs. Julien “Jules” Laurent, the world-famous Black French actor and producer, stepped onto the terrace. Towering at 6’10” with a powerfully athletic build, his dark skin glowed under the moonlight as he approached.

“These tits have been teasing me for months every time you walked through my lobby.” He unzipped her skirt and shoved it down along with her panties in one motion. Sophia stood completely naked before him, her smooth skin flushed with embarrassment and arousal. Marcus stepped back, admiring her like a prize. “Turn around. Bend over the couch.” She obeyed, placing her hands on the back of the leather sofa, arching her back so her ass was presented to him. The cool air kissed her soaked pussy. She was mortified at how wet she had become.

The air in the library turned freezing cold the moment Sophia Marino stepped over the threshold. Julia didn't move. She stood by the fireplace, her silhouette framed by the glowing embers, her eyes locking onto the woman who had spent years sharing her husband's bed. In the photographs Marco had gathered, Sophia looked radiant and confident. Tonight, she looked like a ghost—her expensive coat was stained with rain, her hair was damp, and her hands shook violently as she stood before the rightful queen of the Romano empire.

He snarled, and his lips drew back. "What?" Sophie raised a brow. Greg groaned, and his mouth fell open. "Oh, there you are, Alpha. What took you so long?" "Seriously, Greg?" "Sorry." Sage sighed. Sophie was covered with butterflies, which, by the way, look like a pair of swimsuits. Her nicely covered breast and her... "Dammit." He growled. She looked like a goddess, not a predator, and she had not an ounce of hybrid in her. Sage thought how amazing she looked. The curtains of golden light added an orange glow to the morning that graced the naked woman's presence. It reminded Sage of the times he slept in a beach hut on his vacation in the Philippines, watching the ocean emerge under the go

She was bent over at the waist with her back to the bathroom door when she heard it open, she didn't move, she wanted to see what reaction she could get out of Elena. Elena stepped out of the bathroom and froze, the sight before her surprised her greatly. Marie was bent over at the waist and was flipping through the rack of CD's. What she was looking at was perfection in denim. marie's ass was perfectly shaped for her size and those muscular thighs that swept down and ended in a pair of dainty feet wrapped in black leather straps and heels. The total effect was one of shock and awe, Elena had never really looked at another woman's ass before, however, Marie's had to be what was put next to t