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Produto sob encomenda. Este produto pode ser retirado em loja Saiba mais. But when she confronts two star football players about their cheating, they turn the tables on her and reveal that they know all about her sordid, steamy history. Will she be able to give the boys everything they demand? And when her sexy past catches up with her, will she ever want to stop? Excerpt When Brad tossed the pictures onto my desk with a shit-eating grin, it took me a moment to realize what they were: photos of me, from years ago, at a sex club.
My fury evaporated in an instant, replaced with mounting panic. I snatched up the pile and leafed through them. Brad and Danny stifled laughter, but gave me time to let it all sink in. They were low quality printouts from some website, and my hair was a different color and length now than it was when these were taken, but the woman was definitely me.
When I was in grad school, I was far more wild, and my then boyfriend and I went to a local sex club a couple times. They had a strict no camera policy, but obviously someone broke the rules. They progressed from there, with me wearing less and less, and doing more and more.
In the last one, I was wearing nothing but a collar and a leash, blowing my boyfriend while a stranger held the leash and took me from behind, thrusting his glistening cock deep into my pussy. Despite my panic at learning these photos were floating out in public somewhere, I was surprised at how turned on I was. These nights in the club were incredibly exciting, but I left that part of my life behind me when I moved out here for this job. As I looked at the pictures, however, my pussy grew damp and my nipples hardened, aching against my suddenly constricting bra.
By the time I got to the last picture, my heart was pounding, and I could feel a wet spot forming on the front of my panties.
I shifted my legs, rubbing the damp cotton against my clit, and it took everything I had to not moan a little. I laughed, trying to project confidence, but it was a hollow sound.
Swallowing hard, I continued. Is that it?
Brad laughed and leaned forward. His large hand crept forward across my desk and wrapped around my wrist as I blinked in surprise. However, even as my mind screamed and railed, my pussy flooded at his touch, and I nearly moaned. Por favor informe seu X.
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