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Style isn't a matter of what you put on.

It's also what you leave out.

I have been hired to update a major hip-hop star's image while keeping him

on brand.

You can't just get by as a person in Hollywood anymore.

You have to be a persona.

A curated identity.

The thing is, the more my client looked at me, the less comfortable I was in my

old image.

I was starting to love coming to work.

The only time me and my boyfriend weren't attached at the hip.

I knew Damien had been checking me out, but did he know I was encouraging it?

You didn't tell me you were coming?

I have some good options for you. Do you want to see them?

Let's do this.

Mind if I change here?

No, go ahead.

He was so hard to read, and I was taken.

I'd probably deny it if he said anything.

I had to admit, my boyfriend was on to something.

I had outgrown him.

You can look now.

Wow.

This looks nicer than I imagined.

Tighter.

What? I... I just...

It's so fucking nice.

Nice big cock.

Let me tuck it. Yes please.

Slurps.

You want me to put it inside?

You want me to stretch now?

Yeah, I'm just gripping my fucking huge cock.

Oh my god, you're so fucking deep.

Oh my

god,

yes.

My pussy feels so fucking good.

Yes. Mmm.

Yes.

a pussy grip on it.

I fucking love you.

Ah!

to make your cut feel really fucking good.

Fuck,

fuck, fuck, yes, yeah.

Oh my gosh.

I love watching my little lips get pushed past baby, nice big cut.

Stretch it out so fucking much.

Yes.

He is.

He is.

Blacked.