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          The lives of Hollywood celebs are certainly prolific. They have fancy houses, drive fancy cars and eat fancy food. But when you push past the shining exterior, the perfect and prim façade that a lot of these celebs portray crumbles away. You’ve heard the stories of secret sex parties, celeb only orgies and mysterious secluded beaches where only the dirtiest of celebs linger. Which, incidentally, is all of them. But the complete dichotomy of these two worlds cannot be better displayed than with the high-brow and stiff upper lip of Anne Hathaway and one of her infamous friday nights.             They start rather innocently, with Anne taking dinner at one of the more expensive establishments, actively ignoring the subtle snaps taken from indiscreet paparazzi, hoping to angle their cameras just enough to creep beneath her dress. Whilst Anne would love to indulge them, she rarely bothers wit...

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“So, what exactly is my job?” I asked tentatively as we rounded up and into the large Hollywood Estate, the car grinding to a halt as I eyed up the empty windows. The man driving didn’t offer anything in response, only bundling me out of the back of the limo and up to the front door step, upon which he sped swiftly away, leaving me standing there aimlessly. Knocking on the door, I heard a conversation cut off sharply before a suited man with a clipboard answered the door, happily gesturing for me to follow.             “Good, good… You’re here. Perfect. We’ve already started, but we haven’t gotten around to filming your stuff, so don’t worry,” the man said, ducking In and out of our conversation to mutter things into his headset. We sped swiftly through the house, clambering up a short flight of stairs and past a myriad of empty boxes and crates, some having filming equipment inside whilst others had a couple strewn bras a...

“Is that a fake penis?” Arya asked, those words causing Sansa to freeze instantly as she heard them. She didn’t even look around behind her, knowing exactly what she would see if she did. The situation was hardly favourable for her and had she only bothered to lock the door to her chambers, she would be submerged in sumptuous bliss. However, in her haste for satisfaction, she left the door ajar and the wandering eyes of her younger sister found themselves latched onto Sansa’s plump and entirely exposed rear end, perfectly framed by the crack in the door.             As for her reaction to the sight, Sansa was a little startled. Arya’s eyes were drawn to the object on the redhead’s desk, to the left of where the older sibling was standing. And it was in fact, as she described, a fake replica of a nine-inch wooden cock, varnished and polished to a glorious glimmer. As to why she had such an object, there was a story to tell. W...

“Hiya Daddy… Here’s a little Father’s Day gift for you. I know you’re busy at the office, so here’s a little something to entertain you if you get some… free time,” Ivanka smiled as the camera turned onto her face. She had already stripped down naked, knowing just how much her father distasted the long slow tedium of a strip tease. He much preferred to get right onto it and grab as he pleased. Making sure the camera was trained on her, she made sure that the lens got a look at her slim and bountiful body. Her breasts were rather small but were perky enough to look glorious on her creamy body, with each mound capped off with a pert little nipple. Her pussy was neatly shaven, a personal preference if anything, with her folds lightly glistening with arousal for what she was about to sink inside herself. Turning around, she flaunted her bum, a rather plump and rounded arse that bounced delightfully with each move she made.           ...