Two pairs of soft hands were all over my body; yet, despite the smoothness of their skin, they were far crueler than the man's. "Have you checked these udders, Mina?" The woman asked and squeezed and twisted my breasts. "The little slut's a fucking cow!" "And used up, too," Mina chuckled and shoved a finger in my still dripping and on fire pussy. "Someone...
She walked into the restroom in a highly agitated state; a lustful fever overwhelming her, her heartbeat off the roof, sweat soaking her mini dress. The gas station attendant had meaningfully winked at her, when he handed her the key to the restroom and she knew perfectly well why. She had heard the rumors, had looked it up on the Internet. She was well prep...
The streets were dark, only the scattered lamplights breaking the moonless night; Gina paced up and down, in front of the abandoned mansion. Her head filled with memories and thoughts, all connected to her previous visit, to the ghost-resident of the mansion of horrors (and pleasures). Dressed only in a mini-dress and athletic footwear, she kept toying wit...
A few days of calm routine and Lana's mind would involuntarily wander back to her last, and so far sole, visit to their new neighbor Eric during the darkest hours of the night, when she laid restless next to, an oblivious to her thoughts, Fred sleeping his physical and mental exhaustion away; she couldn't help reaching down south, while recalling vividly tho...
When Master told me to get into his car naked, it was nothing new; he'd often take me for a drive in the busy streets naked, giving me no option but to embrace the startled—sometimes lustful sometimes disgusted—glares of drivers and pedestrians. In the beginning, I often wondered why I stayed with Master; what compelled me to agree on doing all the things...
Dance-versions of classic rock hits blasted through the speakers and Jennie rocked alongside the drunk, high crowd on the dancefloor, grinding up against a tall, robust man she'd never seen before, laughing at the jokes he screamed in her ear (and which she couldn't hear), wrapping her arms around his neck as she lowered her body, pressing her breasts, barel...
"Please, sit down, Mr. Anderson," Kylie gestured at the two leather armchairs. "I imagine," she continued, after he took a seat, "you know why I called you in my office." "Yes..." Rob lowered his glance. "Very well," she cleared her throat. "So, anything in particular I should know?" "Not really, Mrs. Stevens, I..." he paused; "training is really intense...
"No way, Xenia," Zack shook his head fervently. "For once," Chad chimed in, "I agree with him. We are not watching Fifty Shades of Grey." "Guys," Xenia sighed, "this is my place; hence, my rules." "Can't we watch a normal movie? Something a bit more..." "No," Chad said sternly. "We are not watching one of your movies, alright? I'm not spending my Friday...
Hannah watched the sex-haired woman next to her in fascination and bewilderment; she had heard of the rumors regarding the nightclub—that essentially it was a place where one-night stands and freaky action were constantly transpiring—but, personally she had yet to sense anything remotely sexual in the atmosphere—aside, naturally, from the semi-drunk dirty da...
The soft, cool breeze blew through her long, light brown hair, as she looked at the seemingly frozen in time river waters, nothing was moving but the rustling of the leaves, the tall grass being swooped by the early autumn wind. Vivid images overwhelmed her mind, as she pictured the past and the future—for once, there was no present—the wrongdoings, the sins...