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The ring light glows soft pink around my face, catching the sheen of sweat on my collarbones. My twin braids swing gently as I rock my hips, the tiny remote-controlled vibrator pressed snug against my clit buzzing on its lowest setting—just enough to keep me swollen and needy for the camera. The chat scrolls fast tonight. VirginPrincess22: touch your nipples for us, baby CollegeDaddy87: spread wider, let us see that pretty pink AnonymousWolf: $50 if you moan my name

"Your nipples are saying otherwise." Vee looked down at herself. Both of her nipples were erect and they could be clearly seen through her lace satin robe. She cursed softly. She didn't like wearing a bra to bed. She was putting on a top underneath the robe but her little titties chose to embarrass her in front of Mr Arrogant. Vanessa folded her arms over her chest. "That tends to happen when I'm angry. Thanks to you who brought out the worst in me." "Are you sure?" He asked, the smirk not leaving his face. "Because it looks like those little cuties were seeking my attention."

He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, straightening up to comb his hands through his hair. “Did you get a boob job?” He asked casually, pointing at her chest with a taunting grin playing on his lips. Briana stiffened, heat blazing up her neck, leaving goosebumps in its trail. “Your breasts look bigger than before…” “I did no such thing,” she said a little too quickly. She and Verona were identical, but they also had their differences. She’d hoped he wouldn’t notice, but now that he did, she didn’t know how to react.

Not only would they be able to catch up on what had been going on in their lives, but they would also be able to spy on Jude and Vanessa at the same time. After sitting down and ordering their drinks, Luna turned to glance at Jude and Vanessa, who were still engaged in a seemingly intense conversation. "Have you met Vanessa Chance before, Anne?" "Yes, I have." Anne nodded. "Jude says that she's a despicable woman, but I disagree—she was a nice person when I met her. I first met her because she had a friend who wanted to undergo plastic surgery at the hospital I worked at. At that time, her friend claimed that since she wanted to go into the entertainment industry in the future and thus didn

"Babe!'' she gushed out hurriedly, her voice laced with excitement. ''Did you watch my show yesterday?!'' ''Ooh...,'' she squealed, making him lower the phone a bit. ''Uh....,'' he racked his brain for a reply. Truth was he was so bummed out the previous day after work that he had slept off immediately he landed on the bed but Vanessa would not want to hear that at all. However, luckily for him, she was not waiting for his response. ''Imagine it! I was crowned 'Miss Ocean Ville'! And the French artist that won the award for painting three years in a row complemented my beauty and mentioned how he wishes to work with me! My manager's sorting out all the boring details now...,'' she gushed. Ad

I was grateful because I didn’t want to deal with the comments about how I fucked my way to the solo stages and the snarks about my fake ass, which wasn’t fake at all. “Girl, you better watch your mouth. My dime’s almost complete, and when I finally get that boob job, you’re going to put some respect on my name,” she hissed. Ivory had been going on about her savings to get a boob job. I thought she had a great body. She had a tiny waist, a big ass, and small boobs, but she wanted big boobs.

was super excited to strip in front of all these people, especially as it gave me a chance to show my stupid ex-boyfriend what he had lost. Vanessa blushed as she pulled off her top, revealing her full, tan breasts. “Damn, mama,” I teased with a giggle. She laughed nervously before reaching to help me out of my crop top. Playfully, I shook my bra-clad breasts for the small crowd that had gathered. Every head turned, and I knew I had them all hooked. They shot again and both missed. The more shots that went in, the more eyes turned to us. Soon, our skirts, heels and pants went off. Both Vanessa and I were standing in front of the crowd, wearing just our panties and bras.

I turned, wiping the water from my eyes. Vanessa was standing there. She had dropped her silk robe onto the floor, her body lean and pale through the mist. She didn't look like a bride, she looked like a hunter who had finally cornered her prey. She stepped into the shower, the water slicking her hair back, her eyes dropping to my waist. "Woah," she breathed, a predatory smirk stretching across her face. "Down there... it’s even bigger than I remembered. The biggest I have ever taken."

VANESSA I woke up to my phone ringing off the hook. Richard. My publicist. My assistant. Board members. Everyone calling at once. "What's happening?" I answered Richard's call first. "Have you seen the news?" "What news?" "Check the Post. Now." I pulled up the website on my tablet. The headline made my blood freeze. "STYLIST MABEL JAMES CLAIMS BILLIONAIRE'S ADOPTED SON IS HERS, CUSTODY BATTLE LOOMS"

But beneath that softness lived the same man who once burned his own wedding contract. “You’re quiet,” he said. “Just watching them.” “You always do when something’s about to change.” Before I could answer, Vanessa appeared, radiant in a white pantsuit that clashed beautifully with her signature dark lipstick. She grabbed the mic from the DJ and tapped it twice. “Alright, people! Before we all go back to eating enough sugar to kill a cow,” she grinned, “I have an announcement!” Adrian groaned. I smirked. “I said yes!” Vanessa yelled, flashing a diamond the size of a grape.