There I was on my knees and elbows, my face buried in that hot wet hairy young pussy. She was on her back, with her knees pulled up to her tiny bare tits. This had her hairy little honey pot splayed wide open, an inviting target for my horny old tongue. I had ripped the crotch of her tiny cotton panties , but left them on her along with the flared little den...
She sat, legs crossed, tapping her foot in the air. She was full of nervous excitement. He was driving down and would be here tonight. She wore a slip of a black dress, barely there at all. More like a hint of a garment. She hadn't bothered with undergarments, as she knew they would be more of an impediment than anything else. Her hair was swept up off her n...
Colin knew this would be the last time he'd have to watch that pretty and voluptuous woman. Brad had told him as much, and he knew himself that enough evidence of infidelity had been gathered. This had been a rather easy case. What else could excuse so many hours at the same woman's house two days in a row? He took his job seriously though, and followed her...
Bright-white light blazed behind Cotton's eyelids. She must have fallen asleep baking in the sun. Thankfully, a cloud passed over the daystar casting a shadow over her as she rubbed her eyes. She tried to prop herself up but her limbs were about as compliant as warm cookie-dough. Flopping back down, she rested a moment, allowing herself to cool off some and...
He throws me to the bed, gently, throws my legs over his arms to be sure to spread my pussy wide. He whispers in my ear playfully, "For making me wait and driving me crazy, I'm gonna fuck you good and hard." I reply just as playfully, "Do your damnedest!" He takes the tip of his head and strokes my clit with it, and I giggle knowing he's trying to tease me...
Charity was awakened by a soft tickle under her nose. She realized as she tried to stretch that she was still bound and the night before hadn't been just a dream. She fluttered her eyes open to see the masked man that had taken her body so wickedly good the night before standing in front of her. He was now running the feather up and down her thigh. Her breas...
I don't know how I let her talk me into it, but we ended up back at a Sandal's resort when we decided to have a second honeymoon ten years later. After all the amazing sex I watched her have with those big cocked black men last time we were there, you would think I would have said "Let's go skiing!!" Things were up and down like any marriage, but our sex li...
“Think of it as behavior modification Alexis”, you say, removing my coat and hanging it in the closet. The Golden Gate Bridge is clearly visible from the hotel’s 29th floor window as I admire the luxurious queen size bed, the heavy wooden chairs. The pounding beat of VNV Nation fills the room. “Have a seat, babe,” you suggest, crossing the plush white carp...
It's late in the afternoon on Friday and I'm stuck in that hell hole somebody calls a job. Ack I think it's me. I'm typing to you about something fairly mild, but I'm rereading back emails. GOOD emails. mmmm So independent of the emails, I send you a txt "I'm so fucking wet and horny, I want you so much" Nothing, couple minutes.... an hour.... end of day. F...
Sitting comfortably in her basement/dungeon, Ottawa's premier dominatrix Madame Whitley looked at her submissive, Shane Johnson, as the big and tall, formerly masculine Black dude stepped out. Clad in a pink Tutu, blonde wig, crimson pantyhose and high heels, the brother was finally letting out his inner slut. For years, Madame Whitley struggled to help Shan...