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My fingers twitch, wishing to run along the tattoo, and in my fucked-up mind, I imagine tugging his shirt down a bit to get a good view of the mark. A skinny model kneels before him in nothing but a pair of lingerie, the strap of her thong is shamelessly lost in her butt crack, and her body hunches over as she blows the faceless man. Another has him completely naked this time, as he bangs a thick ebony slut in a ‘69’ position. “Oh…” I stagger before I can hold myself together.

Slowly the photos covered her whole body, her shoulders, her arms, her hands, at each joint taking many photos at different levels of flexion and extension. Sheri understood better how Charles had been able to fool her when she saw the elbow photos. She felt herself start to get wet between her legs when the photos moved to the woman's full, chocolate breasts, a pair of fingers not her own reaching into the picture to pinch and pull on her large nipples which screwed into large, wrinkled knots. Sheri felt like her head was spinning as the slide show continued down to her pussy, the thick dark outer lips being pried open by white fingers from either to expose the vermillion interior and the f

Luckily, none of them seems to care about some random girl like her. Slowly, Therese peeped through the screen again, making sure that nobody was around her. She set her brightness to the lowest so she could gaze at what Raven sent her. His long, thick, and veiny dick, erect in all its glory. And it's oozing with precum. Fuck. Heat immediately pooled in her center as her heart pounded loudly. She’s almost drooling at the sight of his nude pic. That’s how much of an effect he always brings her. Therese gulped before typing a quick reply.

Though it was a legitimate question, I couldn't help but smile. "Thankfully, not that either," I said. "But it’s like we thought. I just saw pictures of other young girls on Mr. Williams' desktop. He didn't even try to hide it when I came in." "Slow down Mila. What exactly did you see?" she asked me, still holding my shoulders. "They had statistics, descriptions, even their measurements. The girls were half naked for God's sake. It was probably a dating site." Ada didn't speak at first but then she laughed under her breath and smiled knowingly.

“Nothing makes a young pussy feel more alive than knowing her nipples are visible through silk and her cunt lips are peeking out the sides of her panties.” “Okay, sweet thing,” Serena ordered, voice thick with lust, “strip. Let’s get these clothes off so I can measure every inch of that gorgeous teenage body.” Lila’s cheeks burned scarlet, but her nipples were already diamond-hard under her thin tank top. She turned her back to the two women and slowly peeled off her clothes, ass cheeks jiggling slightly as she bent to slide down her shorts. When she finally faced them—completely bare—both older women let out appreciative moans.

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.

It felt nice to be in the company of a woman who was concerned for my well-being in any sense beyond the carnal. We watched the clock together. Each tick was audible, we were so quiet. What had she gotten? A heart? A mermaid? Some Asian character? I doubted, at least, that I was about to behold another homage to the late Juice WRLD. "That's ninety." Tabitha hopped back onto my desk and, with aching gradualness, parted her thighs. As they widened enough that I could see some dark smudge at the top (and, of course, the outline of her sweet little pussy), she slowly peeled up her dress until the thing was fully visible. She beamed proudly as I took it in.

I wish I hadn't looked. My breath hitched as I stared at the screen. There, in full view were pictures. Of Valerie. Naked. In various explicit positions. In one of them, her hand was playing with her tits; in others, I'd rather not say. Messages popped one after another: I’m waiting here for you, I'm horny again...

and the unfamiliar word "Shibari." My search results included: Recluse, Artist, Genius? Nathanial Monroe offers his proceeds to charity Rare sighting of N. Monroe The list went on. I clicked the first link. An erotic picture of a beautiful woman bound in thick white rope filled the top of the screen. Except for the female in the picture, it was...fucked up gay shit. So why did my dick stir at the image? Because I'm fucked up and gay, I thought to myself. No, not gay, but definitely fucked up.

The next thing Calley heard was Nelly exclaiming: “Hey—oh my god! Why is there a nude painting of you up there?!” She laughed at Nelly’s reaction. Somehow, she’d expected this. “Do you like it?” Nelly instinctively stepped back and rubbed her arms as goosebumps ran down her skin. “Dear Lord, my hair’s standing! Caty, who the heck did you strip for to paint that?!” Nelly then turned to her with wide, almost tearful eyes. “Why would you pose naked for a painter? Does Ser Phill know about this? Why would you do this, Caty? He’d be devastated if he found out—”