Ashley Benson x Emma Roberts

Friday afternoon, the familiar white Suburban pulled up and several young women piled out and, amidst shouting and peals of laughter, invaded the house. I’d been on the beach, well, at the grassy edge, most of the day, like most of the week, drawing seascapes in pencils, charcoal, and sketching a canvas for an oil. Even with the Moretz windfall, after last month’s extravagance I hadn’t planned on travelling for Spring Break, but my sister had sprung for a cottage on a private beach on the Gulf Coast, near Tampa-St. Pete. Sheila had said she was thanking me for new business generated by my attendance at Victoria’s 19th Birthday party. When I’d asked who; “Nope, can’t tell you. Remember we promised not to use each other’s talent for personal gain. I’m already in a grey area, accepting these new contracts.” Only one stipulation had been put on using the beach; I had to share the sand with whoever was renting…

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Celebrity orgy 2.

Friday afternoon, the familiar white Suburban pulled up and several young women piled out and, amidst shouting and peals of laughter, invaded the house. I’d been on the beach, well, at the grassy edge, most of the day, like most of the week, drawing seascapes in pencils, charcoal, and sketching a canvas for an oil. Even with the Moretz windfall, after last month’s extravagance I hadn’t planned on travelling for Spring Break, but my sister had sprung for a cottage on a private beach on the Gulf Coast, near Tampa-St. Pete. Sheila had said she was thanking me for new business generated by my attendance at Victoria’s 19th Birthday party. When I’d asked who; “Nope, can’t tell you. Remember we promised not to use each other’s talent for personal gain. I’m already in a grey area, accepting these new contracts.” Only one stipulation had been put on using the beach; I had to share the sand with whoever was renting…

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Selena Gomez – Hands to Myself

“Umm, who are you?” I was just finishing setting up the massage table when Selena Gomez finally arrived at her hotel room to immediately ask the suspicious question. I turned to see her in the doorway looking understandably nervous and moments away from calling security about the strange man in her hotel suite. “Sorry miss, I’m your masseur this evening,” I quickly explained, trying not to drool at how stunning she was in the flesh. “Where’s Kate?” she demanded, referring to my colleague and her usual masseuse. “Did no one call ahead? She’s off sick today but sent me, I’m the best there is,” I assured her. Selena still didn’t look convinced but she did close the door and enter the room properly. “I prefer working with people I know,” she said, never taking her suspicious eyes off me. “Trust issues?” “Comes with the job,” she quipped back. There was a moment of silence between us. Obviously, I’d been looking…

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A man enjoys a site devoted to supposed sexual encounters with Selena Gomez

I sit down at my computer in my bedroom and turn it on. You are looking over my shoulder. “You have got to see this site I found,” I say. “I tried to track down its location – you know I’m a world class hacker – but somehow they hid their IP address and nothing I tried worked. All I can tell you for a certainty is this site is outside the country.” You watch me open my bookmarks and click on Have You Fucked Selena Gomez? Momentarily a cheesy site pops up. Have You Fucked Selena Gomez? it reads at the top in huge letters. Below, at half the size it says Post your sexual experiences with sex Miss Gomez here for all the read! And in even smaller writing [Disclaimer: We have no way to verify or deny the authenticity of the stories that follow or the photos included. But who cares? It’s Selena Gomez we’re talkin’ about…

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