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She gasped when she felt the coldness that came from the AC, but when Helios touched her again, heat evaded her body. His hand went back to her mound and rubbed it. At the same time, he swirls his tongue down to her navel until it reaches the top of the garter of her panty. Slowly, he bit the strap and pulled it down, and let his hand do the rest until Zoe was naked. Helios carried her and pushed her upward as he went on top of her in a swift move. Zoe’s cheeks turned pinkish-red when they both locked their gazes on each other.

Zoey raised both of her hands to give up arguing before she turned around so that her back was now facing Dionysus. Dionysus picked up the massage oil while Zoey tried pulling her big sized shirt upwards, just enough to show her naked back. When Dionysus saw Zoey's skin again, he gulped so hard. Even with her brown patches, Zoey's skin still looked so soft and creamy. "Hey. Are you alright? What are you waiting for?"

“Never look at another man. Ever. You belong to me. Is that understood, Zoe?” “Yes!” I cried, my body convulsing around his hand. “Yes, Mr Gatsby, I understand!” His thumb pressed hard against my clit, circling fast and hard. I was still shaking when he dragged me upright, my knees weak beneath me. “Down,” Brayden ordered, his hand fisting in my hair. I slid to the floor of the car, the leather cool under my bare knees. He unzipped his pants, pulling his cock free, thick, hard, with veins around it.

"Come in." With permission granted, I pushed the door open and walked in. Seeing me, Beta Morgan appeared somewhat surprised, not expecting me to come to him voluntarily. "Oh, Zoe, it's you! What brings you here?" He feigned ease, but his restless hands betrayed his anxiety. I didn't speak but went straight to him and handed him my phone with the dark post and nude photos of me. "Someone is spreading rumors and nude photos of me," I said. "This is..." He was somewhat flustered, and then his pupils dilated, clearly guessing who the "someone" was. Nervously, he swallowed, "This is just too much."

ALEXANDRE I watch her, sitting in the bath, her hair still damp, her skin slightly pink from the warm water. Every feature of her face, every curve of her body irresistibly draws me in. My heart races, but I know… I must wait. Her recovery, our little miracle to come… everything reminds me not to give in to urgency. And yet… I’m aroused, and I can’t hide it. My eyes briefly travel down her legs, her stomach, her arms, taking in those harmonious shapes that drive me crazy.

Zoe pushed her ass back, desperate. “Please… fuck me,” she begged. “Slide your cock into my tight college pussy and fuck me hard. I want you to ruin me right here between the books. I don’t care if someone hears. I don’t care if someone sees. Just breed me… please…” He gripped her hips and slammed into her in one powerful thrust, burying every inch deep inside her. Zoe’s mouth fell open in a silent scream as he stretched her completely. “Fuck… you’re so big,” she gasped.

I sat on the passenger seat of my Jeep and lifted my sports bra off over my head, my tits bouncing in the sun. Wiggling my shorts down, I slipped them off, along with my panties. Naked, I stroked my breasts and then slipped my hands down between my legs to finger my wet pussy. Cliff watched as Zoe knelt down between my legs and licked my pussy lips. I love Zoe’s tongue. She knows just what I like.

"Gregory, let go of me." Gregory was about to say something when he noticed the wedding ring on her finger. It glittered brightly on her ring finger, and the sight stung his eyes. With a sneer, he spoke mockingly, "I thought you had some backbone. You're back with Mason already?" A proud man by nature, Gregory considered Zoe someone he could not obtain but had secretly desired. In his frustration, he lost his rationality and leaned in for a kiss. As he held her slender shoulders and attempted to kiss her, Zoe, without thinking, slapped him.

“Well… God knows I need the exercise, kiddo.” Remembering their enthusiastic and breath-stealing activities from just a few hours earlier, Zoe giggled, giving herself away. Scars turned to look at her standing there barefoot, miles of curvy leg exposed, and his eyes darkened with lust, loving that he knew she was naked underneath that baggy shirt, and loving even more that he knew how she looked naked. She was pure sin disguised as a blonde, emerald-eyed angel, and he’d never tire of her. “Hey, beautiful,” he grated out, stripping the material off her with his heated gaze. “How long you been standing there?”

The blonde girl also poured her empty glass with red wine, after which she could sit across from Hugo in a position that was no less tempting than her gaze and body language. Zoe deliberately leaned the right side of her body on the arm of the sofa. His legs, which were always adored by all who had ever been recognized, were perfectly exposed —emblazoned real before Hugo's eyes Hugo swallowed his saliva slowly, then in the next split second he closed his eyes while regulating his breath —restoring the rest of his sanity. "You like this, don't you?" Zoe rubbed off part of her smooth thighs while flashing an asymmetrical smile as her green irises were met with the man's grey bead in front of h