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The training ground came into view, and there he was. Shirtless. Sweat-slicked skin catching the morning light. Muscles rippling as he demonstrated a takedown move on a younger wolf. One fluid motion—grab, twist, flip—and his opponent hit the mat with a heavy thud. My steps faltered. My mouth went dry. My body reacted instantly, treacherously—nipples tightening against my shirt, heat flooding between my legs. My body was at it again. Susan leaned forward in her wheelchair, eyes fixed on him with naked hunger. Her breathing quickened visibly. Damn slut.

After quietly opening the door, Whitney almost laughed when she saw the scene in front of her. Carl was stark naked. Holding Violet in his arms, he looked like he was using her to hide his body. "Oh, my. How embarrassing! He's already infertile, but he's still acting so wildly," Lucy whispered. Just then, Violet and Carl opened their eyes at the same time. When Violet saw the man's face so close to her, she almost screamed. Then, she noticed his naked body. She looked down at herself, unsure of what had happened last night.

He pulled his lips away slightly while his eyes remained shut. Nate angrily placed his lips back on his and suck his mouth, moaning at the process. Wayne felt powerless at this moment. Wayne was shirtless, giving Nate a chance to rub on his chest. He trailed kisses down his chest all the way to his nipples. He sucks and flicks them with his tongue, moaning while his friends take off their shirts, waiting for their turn. Wayne kept moaning uncomfortably. One of Nate's friends unbuttoned his jean shorts, pulling them down along with the brief shorts he was wearing. Wayne was completely naked in front of them. Nathan trailed down and grabbed his dick.

The trending list had already exploded. #TycoonsSonWildClubParties #HeirToFortuneScandalousPrivateLife Videos played across neon-lit private rooms. In one, Luther was shirtless, grinding obscenely in front of several older women. Another showed him passed out drunk by the roadside, dragged into a car by two heavily made-up socialites. The footage was crystal clear. Even the birthmark on his waist showed plainly. "No… that's not real…" Luther muttered. The phone slipped from his hand and shattered on the floor.

If I hadn’t already been sure of what was happening, this right here clarified any doubt and at this point, I just knew I had to find out who was violating this sacred library. As I crossed the corner, I saw something I knew I'd spend days trying to unseen. Whitney Williams, Rixton high head cheerleader and also the founder of the slut squad was naked from the waist up, in the library, voyeurism much? I thought to myself, I honestly would need to wash my eyeballs out with bleach. Her legs were wrapped around the waist of a boy whose head was covered in black hair. He looked like he was really into what he was doing while she was moaning like a drowning cat. I couldn't help the disgusted soun

The sudden vibration of Willa’s phone interrupted her scrolling. Upon seeing that an unknown number had sent her a message, Willa immediately clicked on it and took a look. In the next second, Willa's expression changed. The message was a sneaky video of Luke lying on the bed naked, with his hands slung over the slut. The slut had only taken a picture of Luke’s back, but that was enough for Willa to recognize him. Willa’s expression changed immediately. This bitch was purposely seeking Willa's trouble. Although Willa tried to stay quiet, still, this bitch was doing everything to poke Willa's fury.

She then got up and walking over to the window to shut it. Under the silvery moonlight, Stella could still make out the scratch marks she left on Weston’s back. He was completely nude when he got out of bed, and his tall Herculean build was completely exposed, laying bare his defined and compact muscles. He seemed to be glistening in the pale, silvery light. Stella caught herself staring, so she shut her eyes hastily and blurted, “How could you just get out of bed buck naked like that?! Aren’t you worried that people will see you?”

Krista exclaimed in well-acted shock. "Just some pictures I had laying around. I thought maybe it was time they saw the light of day." I reached down to the pile of pictures at Donna's feet, pulling out a truly damning picture. In it Donna was leaning back in a hot-tub, her arms stretched across the back, eyes closed. Her breasts were well up out of the water, and her nipples were clearly hard. Krista was standing between her legs, and leaning towards her, naked as the day she was born, her delicious ass just hovering at the top of the water.

The plea in his eyes turned into raw terror. "Y-You saw that?" His voice was barely audible. "I did," I calmly replied. Zane went as pale as paper. He tried to stand, only to collapse back onto his knees. He scrambled to explain. "Listen, Sadie! I-I was just trying to brush her off. I didn't mean any of it! "I saw her as you, and I-I was just acting!" I ignored his hollow excuses and found them utterly pathetic. Reaching into my pocket, I pulled my phone out and held it up to his face.

She felt extraordinarily painful, but it wasn’t bleeding at all. “Faster, Pete Darling… Aaahh… Deeper, Pete Darling…” sighed Wenny Kammal Lowie without any clothes, with her entirely nude body, shaking to and fro underneath Pete Jupiter’s body. “Aaahh… Wenny Baby… You’re so intoxicating… You’re really capable in sending me satisfaction, pleasure as well as intoxication. You’re perfect, Wenny Baby…” Pete Jupiter, also with his entirely nude, a little bit skinny, and perspired body, moved to and fro on Wenny Kammal Lowie’s body faster and faster. He carried on pumping and pumping to chase after his climax which had been drawing to a close.