I gasped as he thrust into my wet depths.“Big brother,” I whined. “You're supposed to do it in my butt. Not my cunny.”“I want to be nice and...wet for your ass,” he groaned. “And you are such a naughty princess. Your pussy is dripping juices.”“Cupcake's a perv,” Melody said.I giggled, my hips wiggling, pressing my clit on hers at the same time I savored Clint's girth in me.Oh, he was so big. So thick. I loved it. I wanted him to fuck me so hard. To just pound me and make me explode. But I also. ‘Meet me at the toilet in a minute, there’s something I want to give you.’ His hand rests on your leg, and it’s like electricity has just shot through your body. He stands and walks behind you towards the toilet. A minute passes, your heart is racing. You stand and turn to walk towards the toilet. You stand at the door and knock. He opens it and you enter. His soft warm lips are on yours. His hands roaming over every part of your body as he gently kisses you. His hand caresses your arse, gently. Sit-ups were the most frequent exercise, I presumed to get my waist down to eight inches. Quite a lot of time was spent on perfecting the splits. Perfecting was perhaps ’stretching’ it a bit, you understand, but I got most of the way. I always had an appreciative audience, and occasionally saw a few other girls, all, I thought , beautiful, and all with shaven pussies, and various rings through their nipples and other parts. All, I had to admit, with tiny waists. We never came into close. Your Playboy photo spread is sure going to put you in big demand, and honestly, my company wants to offer you top dollar now instead of after you're already in big demand, to be an actress with us," Ron explained. "Can we plan on you, Monica?" Yes, Ron, I will," Monica blurted out before she even realized she'd reached a decision. "I'd love to work with your company; when do we start?" Monica said as she felt her heart jumping in her chest at her eagerness. She was sure she was showing my.