第一章 人妻修理工 "侄子，麻烦你了啊！" "你二舅妈这段时间又「坏了」......一直吵着要我肏她，真是没办法。" 一位大腹便便的中年人对着客厅正在站立后入自己美娇妻的小家伙说道。 站在小凳子上才够着少妇的小家伙一巴掌拍在了身前这个长腿舅妈的大屁股上。 "二舅，你太客气了，我可是你亲侄子，这么生分干什么，即使舅妈没坏，也可以叫我帮忙维护，反正我们家离得又不远。" 以前是天生丽质网红美女的舅妈被自己的小侄子撞得一颤一颤地。 站立前屈抱腿姿势就是站着弯腰向下，抱住自己的腿，也多亏二舅妈经常练习瑜伽才能穿着性感的黑丝逆兔女郎才能做出。 这样美丽的二舅妈还能从那双被分开的黑丝美腿中央，看到自己依旧的被站在小凳子上的小侄子用红到发紫的大撑开后不断的样子，甚至有...
One fine summer night in the City of Los Angeles, California, three African-American porn stars got together for a night of fun. A big, muscular Black stud along with two bodacious Black ladies. The Black gentleman in question was none other than Mr. Marcus, world-famous African-American porn star. Handsome, virile and well-endowed, this Black stud special...
Fiona's lips look pretty in pink. I chose the perfect shade for this experiment. "Is it safe?" she asks, belatedly, and I shrug in response. Pink lipstick. Magical pink lipstick - although it's not the magic that makes me want to kiss her, and in front of her fiancé too. I wonder what my wife will say about me wanting to kiss another woman. I wonder if my w...
The Man Who Fucked His Way across Chelsea and Back Again Ch. 01 One day I became Hugo Posset. How, I can't tell you, but that doesn't matter. I became Hugo Posset, a well respected London art gallery owner, good looking, a mere 22 years of age with a big cock. Before I was Hugo, I was an East End barrow boy, with a penchant for posh girls and an insatiable...
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"Oh Rob!" Laura panted with her panties down around her ankles, her dancer's thighs spread wide in her single bed in the middle of the day. Laura's husband, Rob, the head writer of the Alan Brady Show had not made love to her for, well, months. Alan was riding he and Buddy and Sally so hard to come up with new material. Rob was exhausted by the time he got...
"Well, doggies...." Jed lowered the rifle with a heavy heart, the roar of 30-30 still ringing in his ears. Jethro's corpse twitched briefly before lying still. His attacker hadn't even noticed. Jed didn't relish telling his cousin that he'd been forced to blow his nephew's brains all over the estate's sprawling grounds, but there had been no choice. Once Jet...