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"You want me to what?" Jean-Luc intensly interrogated. "...Fuck me...," Bobbie Jo whispered distantly. "Uhh..Huhhh," Jean-Luc sighed. "How...do you want me to fuck you?" "...hard....," Bobbie Jo tried to reply before Jean-Luc cruelly slammed his crotch forward, shoving the steely weight of his erection all the way into Bobbie Jo's syrupy depths before she...
Amy sat on the floor between John's knees watching TV as he played with her hair. "I can't believe you have to work on Thanksgiving," she said. "I don't have to, sweetheart, I want to. It's business as usual in the UK, and I get out of visiting my family." "I thought you said you love your sisters." Amy turned and met his eyes. "Don't you want to see them?...
"Well, how is your search going on Kush?" Isa smirked deviously, her mouth twisting into a rueful half-smile. "Still haven't found a place to move in. That is why I wanted to see you." I said shaking my head. "Kush" Isa smiled brightly, "do you want to rent my place then?" "I do. But I will pay what you asked for only after you get that place fixed." I sa...
A young musician named Rich left his shabby, low-rent apartment at dusk with a beat up guitar case. He climbed into his rusty old Chevy van, and the tired engine sprung to life, making a racket and vibrating badly. Rich shook his head waiting for some of the noise to go away when the oil warmed up a bit. He knew the engine was running on borrowed time. He d...
I'm really looking forward to our cruise in December with my husband Ed, his co-worker Marcus and his sister Marchelle. I'm trying to get in shape because I want to knock Marcus socks off whenever he sees me in my skimpy bikini. I know Ed is looking forward to the trip because he's looking forward to seeing Marchelle in a bikini as well. I plan on spending...
Ruth was enjoying a relaxing time in her bathtub. She had just gotten home from the homeless shelter where she worked. It had been a busy day as the cold Boston winter had set in and those men who normally were too stubborn to come in for a hot dinner had finally conceded. She was enjoying a glass of wine and was going to cuddle in bed with a book. Ruth was...
Chapter 25: High heels In the Woods Part 1 is Ch. 24 The next morning I sat down and realized what I had done, and I better get to the doctor and get myself tested to make sure that I had not got anything. When the doctor's office called and said no problem, "Thank you sweet Jesus, than you!" Will next time I'll use protection. I told myself that I wanted...
I grew up in a city in the deep south that still believed that interracial couples were not proper, including my family. My father is a politician that came from money. Being a politician he kept his racist remarks about interracial couples, and people strictly at home. Growing up hearing my father going off at home about how could that white slut shame her...
There I sat, naked and bound to a chair. The rope was tightly bound over my boobs, digging into my nipples, hurting them, making my massive boobs look like four globes instead of two. A rope ran over my crotch too, digging into my labia, rubbing against my clit, creating a painful yet pleasant sensation. Trupti stood a few feet away from me. Also completely...