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Izzy lets out a slow, steadying breath as she clicks to the next photo in the folder. She expects more of the same — the model, the water, the white bikini. But the image that fills the screen makes her thumb freeze mid-scroll.
It's the same blonde model. Same white bikini. But she's not alone anymore. Marcus is with her, hands gripping her hips. The bikini top is pushed up, bunched beneath her collarbone, and his arm is wrapped around her waist, holding her flush against him. The shot is angled from above like a POV shot. There's no mistaking what's happening. His cock is buried inside her, thick and unmistakable even in the low lighting, the kind of size that makes her thighs instinctively press together just looking at it.
Izzy breath catches. Her cheeks burn instantly, a wave of heat rolling down her neck and chest. She swallows, her eyes wide as she stares at the screen, her fingers still frozen on the trackpad.

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