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Oh, so you wanna play hard to get, I thought to myself with a smirk. I look down her body, medium perky breasts rested on her bodycon black dress. A small waist, thick, juicy ass. She was not very tall either and had long black hair I couldn't wait to pull on and those juicy thick thighs I could already imagine diving in between. "Put her drinks on my tab," I said to the bartender who handed her a dry martini "No, I've got it," she says to the bartender. "I insist," I said turning to her. Flashing her my panty dropping smile that always had the ladies on their knees, sucking on my dick.

Belle pinched the bridge of her nose, she didn't know how many times she would lecture her friend to love herself with her curvy body, but no, her insecurities were too high. "Babe—"She dragged slowly, "if I was the one who has this shape of you," Belle's eyes roamed on Angelina's hourglass body, shaking her head, "I swear I'll be fuvking walking in lingerie," she said sultrily. "Or if I was a guy," she stared at her seductively as she wetted her lips sensually while her brown eyes twinkled with mischief, "Imma fuck you to oblivion state," she added impishly.

Her cheeks flushed in embarrassment and she went back to her stretches. I shot Raina a wink, loving the small smile she gave me. She had us switch positions a few more times before she clapped her hands and we all stood at attention. “Now this is where the real fun starts,” Raina said, a twinkle in her eye that made me nervous. “Everyone here is going to go into a back bend. You men will probably have more trouble with this but just try your hardest.”

Maybe on a run. Eden got out of bed and walked out of the room to peek downstairs and see if he was there. While she was on her way, she heard muffled noises from the gym room. She walked closer, out of curiosity, and saw that the door was slightly open. She saw Bennett on the floor, doing push-ups and counting loudly. Eden could not move away from the door or remove her eyes from Bennett’s body. He was not wearing a shirt, and his body was sweaty, making the muscles on his back and arms look more prominent than ever. Eden tried to walk away but she was mesmerized.

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Turn around and bend over—show me that ass while you peel them off. I turned, cheeks flaming, and hooked my thumbs into the waistband. Bending at the waist, I pushed the fabric down my thighs, the motion spreading my cheeks slightly under my panties. The shorts pooled at my ankles, and I stepped out, kicking them away. His breathing grew heavier behind me. 'Panties too. I want to see if that pussy's as wet as I imagine from your pics.'

“Bend over the seat.” Kattie moved, her heart pounding a steady, eager rhythm now. She turned, placing her hands on the cracked porcelain lid of the toilet. She bent forward, her back arching, presenting herself to him. The position was vulnerable, degrading in its practicality. She was bent over a toilet in a filthy bathroom. And yet, it felt *right._ It felt like a complete shedding of any last dignity. A total offering. He didn’t touch her immediately. He stood behind her, just looking. She could feel his gaze on her exposed skin, on the marks his spanking had left, now glowing a faint red. She could feel the cool air on her wetness, still slick from their earlier encounter.

“Bend over and grab the other side.” Trembling, a cold sweat breaking out all over my body, I did as he said. I stretched my arms across the counter, my palms flat against the stone, my body bent at an awkward, vulnerable angle. I could hear him moving behind me, the soft, sinister rasp of his leather belt being pulled through the loops of his pants.

“Sir, there’s also a video of it here. Would you like to have a look?” “Oh, there’s also a video. Let’s have a look!” Bennett pointed at a mechanical box below his feet. “The USB flash drive’s jack is down there. Help me to plug it into the jack. I’m too buff. It’s a little troublesome to bend over,” Bennett said. Was he buff? It looked more like he was pregnant! The female secretary placed her hands on her hips before circling to bend over. After that, she carefully plugged the USB flash drive into the USB jack.

I whimper breathlessly, feeling my toes curl and my eyes rolling to the back of my head. My body starts bucking and shaking helplessly, and with one last swipe of his tongue, I come undone. “Fuck!” I whisper, trying to catch my breath. Bentley immediately resumes his earlier position, lying on top of me in between my legs and pulling the covers over us. He helps replace my bralette and lays his head on my chest. “Are you going to sleep on my chest, Benny?” I ask him, feeling the high heat from his body seep into mine.