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“You really came. I’m afraid Mr. Vittorio has objections.” “Why should he mind? You got poisoned because of me,” Natalie said as she placed a bag of fresh fruit on the table. “Would you like some fruit now?” “I just ate, and I’m still full,” Francesca replied. She suddenly showed Natalie her phone screen. “What’s that?” Natalie became curious. She raised the corner of her eyebrow when she saw the picture of Camilla in Dante’s office. “She still hasn’t given up,” she commented sarcastically. Francesca nodded. Her expression looked annoyed. “She really is shameless!”

"Not until you've satisfied me." She stood up and began unbuttoning her soaked shirt, revealing her full breasts and dusky nipples. "You want these, Zeus? Want to fuck them while I ride your cock?" Zeus's eyes zeroed in on her tits, licking his lips. "God yes, let me fuck those perfect tits..." Francesca smirked. "Good boy." His cock bobbed in front of him, flushed dark and weeping. "Mmm, not bad for an old man," Francesca purred approvingly. "Now lie down. I want to sit on your face."

With a sigh, she forcefully turned Tamara around and began to help the woman out of her own clothes. Francesca’s brows raised as she saw the unmarred skin on Tamara. The woman didn’t have one enlarged pore or spot. It was unreal. “What?” Tamara asked as she raised her eyes to Franscesca and saw the way the other woman was staring at her weirdly. “Nothing. Get into the shower,” Francesca countered with a hiss as she pushed a naked Tamara into the shower and turned the knob for water. As the sounds of water washed away the smell and dirt on Tamara, Franscesca bent down to pick up the woman’s clothes when Tamara’s phone that was stuffed in the pocket of her pants began to ring.

Welcome To Your New Cage (4) Damien's POV It was morning, I stood a few steps back in the shadows of the cabana, my arms crossed and my cock already half-hard at the sight before me. Millia Sinclair — now Millia Blackwood — was lounging on a wide sunbed in the tiniest black bikini I had ever seen. The scraps of fabric barely covered her full breasts and the sweet curve of her ass. Her long legs were stretched out, her skin glistening with oil, and every time she shifted, the thin material between her thighs pulled tight against the pussy I had ruined so thoroughly the night before and again when we were having breakfast.

Claire Miller spent the entire morning in a haze of nerves and filthy anticipation. She stood in front of her full-length mirror for almost forty minutes trying on different outfits before settling on the most shameless one. It was a white, ultra-sheer sports bra that was barely more than a crop top and matching white micro shorts so thin they were practically see-through. The fabric clung to her body like a second skin. Her nipples were clearly visible through the material, and when she turned sideways, the outline of her shaved pussy lips showed obscenely if the light hit her just right. She looked like a whore trying to pass as a gym-goer.

She'd finger fucked herself twice by the time she got to the mystery folder. Katie hadn't looked at the last folder before as the name of it didn't seem inspiring. When she finally opened it she found a number of other folders, only named by date. Maybe they were the date they were saved from the Internet? Katie went into the first one to have a look. She nearly fainted when she realised what she was looking at. There were at least two dozen photos of Mr Miller in that folder. He was naked in every one, showing off his huge cock. Katie got wet again. She had no sexual experience, but the sight of Mr Miller's cock made her fantasise about feeling it inside her. She went to the next folder and

Slowly, carefully, I peeked over the couch, moving not to make them notice me. My hand flew to my mouth. What am I seeing? The woman, named Francine, is completely naked. The man stood behind her, equally exposed. “Don’t refuse,” he said, his voice thick. “This is the last one, Francine.” Before I could process what was happening, he shoved her forward. She fell face-first onto the bed. Then he climbed on top of her. Like a dirty wild animal. The room filled with her small cries. My entire body went cold.

Millie didn't respond, pretending that she was offline. She was Mrs. Atkinson herself, so technically, she could see Mrs. Atkinson every time she looked in the mirror. She was caught off guard when Isabella sent her a private message. "I have some sexy photos of Mr. Atkinson. Are you interested? You can have them for a thousand dollars." Millie felt her temples throbbing. Isabella's sources of income varied too much! "Thanks, but I'm not that sort of woman." In the next second, Isabella sent Millie a photo of Pierce with his abs exposed. There was glistening sweat on his full abs, and he was a little more tanned than he currently was. It was a nice tan, and he looked especially nice and heal

she yelled and I chuckled internally what a psycho girl. Okay Melissa, that's your name right? And she nodded. "What are you doing here" I asked her yet again and she brought out a picture from her hair and showed it to me. I quickly snatched it seeing that it was the picture that fell into the beach the other day. "Where did you get this from I asked her and she smiled, her smile is so mesmerizing and addictive. "In my home at Atlantica" she said and I shrugged and dropped it on the couch.

We can talk tomorrow. Francesca fired back immediately. [Ha! I knew it! You were awake, you scumbag. Andrew, I took a bunch of pictures today. Want me to share them with you?] Andrew did not want to kill her excitement, so he played along. [Sure, let me admire the gorgeous face of our little princess.] Within seconds, a photo popped up. Andrew took one look, and his heart skipped a beat. It was a bikini shot, and her generous curves strained against the tiny two-piece. Her fair, soft skin glowed in the dim lighting, and that adorable pout on her lips—pure innocence mixed with dangerous temptation—an angelic face paired with a devilish body.