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" but we were indestructible; i thought that we could brave it all. "

eyes avert away because he wasn't supposed to be looking. he wasn't even supposed to be in her trailer, but they were calling her onto the set. which was why he'd barged in and it's why her new private security guard was seeing rachel taylor in absolutely nothing. and as much as he should look away, he can't. " fuck, sorry. i know i'm not supposed to be in here. they called you on the set and i --- fuck me. you're really hot. like really fucking hot. "

airpods in, head in the clouds, she pushes into her dorm. usually she's in class right now but it let out early and so she figured she could get ahead of some work with her spare time. as she steps in, she's met with a startling sight. clara, laid across her bed, hand around her cock, screen propped up next to her. she can't help but shriek, pressing her back against the door. "shit! sorry...sorry." she shakes her head but can't will herself to look away from clara's naked body.

holden leaned back slightly in his chair as the faintest smirk tugged at his lips, though his expression remained calm. he placed a chaste kiss on daphne’s forehead. “you left work early,” he said, one hand instinctively settling on her waist while the other rested against the desk, “and now you think i should do the same? you’re not exactly being the best influence here."

❝  i need your help! ❞ holly called out as she moved to the other, a pout forming on her lips as she looked to them. ❝ i can't get the clasps.. ❞ the girl trailed off, looking down to the bra she just slipped on, arms moving to press her tits together near where the bra hooked in the front. ❝ i just got my nails done, i don't want to mess them up. please? ❞ 

only a few more victories and the team would have a guaranteed spot in the playoffs. reed is riding off the high from the win, pulling up to the bar with a bounce in his step. "i'll have the biggest glass of yuengling that you've got, please," he orders from the bartender, handing over his credit card so that he could start a tab. while his beer is being drawn up, his eyes move around to take in his surroundings and he can't help the impish grin that comes to his face. "might want to toss that jersey into the bin after that loss tonight," he suggests to the stranger next to him.

⌗ closed starter.  ﹙ from kimberly !﹚