He sighed as he walked through the door from his long day of work. He and his wife had been married for about ten years. His wife, Payton, was a lovely latino woman with cinnamon skin, ebony curly hair, and skin as soft as silk, her DD breasts were firm and round, and she had legs and thighs for days. There were soft footsteps coming from the kitchen. Drake...
I want to be your good little slut. I want you to approach me with cool, calm authority, so that there is never any doubt I will do anything you say. I want you to run your finger softly and tenderly down my jaw line, just before you pull back your hand to slap me. I want you to strip me naked and sneer at me as you pinch my nipples, all the while telling m...
Giuliana Benedetti looks at herself in the full body bathroom mirror, all 5'7" of herself. The light olive skin she inherited from her Sicilian ancestors is the hallmark that sometimes gives her Italian ethnic background away. She runs her smooth hands all over her body, trying to understand why her idiot of a husband Giuseppe isn't satisfied with the I...
She called in sick to work that morning, not because she was really sick but more because she just wanted an extended weekend and an extra day to lounge around and not deal with any responsibilities. She texted her husband half through the day to let him know that she wasn't feeling well and that she had stayed home. The husband decided to take off work earl...
I was folding the laundry when my master called me into his office. He sat at his desk with a hard look on his face. His personal assistant, Jill, sat on a corner of the desk in a short pencil skirt and half unbuttoned blouse, her long, perfect legs crossed at the knee and her blonde hair up in a bun. "Anabelle," he began. "I am disappointed in you." My h...
"Mistress?!" I asked incredulously. You grasped my head in your hands and turned it up to look in your eyes. In the fleeting moment between staring at the strap-on and looking at your face, I saw the creamy white skin of your upper thighs (above the stockings), a black leather bustier with red trim, the tops of your breasts pushing out along the top, and yo...
I wonder, will you master me this evening? Will you not only dominate me, but give me reason to submit to you? Submission isn't easy, you see, and the only reason for doing so is love. We both know you like to master me, and I like to be mastered. We know you like to hurt me, we know I can find pleasure in pain. Sometimes I do wonder how much.... Your idea...
I groan, laying in the creaky bed alone. I stare up at the ceiling, following a spider walk across the fan. I glance at my phone, it's only seven a.m. You're asleep on the couch in the living room, no doubt sporting morning wood that I would love to wrap my lips around. Just thinking about it makes my smooth pussy start to cream. We have been at your grandpa...
Katherine lays on the bed, playing with her daddy's pussy. She is on the brink of cumming, her fingers moving lightning fast. "Just a little bit more," she moans to herself. Just as her body begins to spasm the door opens. Her daddy walks in and heat floods her cheeks. She stands and begins to speak. "I was just.." He shushes her quickly by slapping her fac...
She glanced at her bedside clock: 11:11 PM. She took a ragged breath and then with a start realized that she wasn't alone. The arm that was wrapped around her waist tightened. She tried to recall last nights events, but all she remembered now was the full feeling she got when the man beside her pushed himself fully into her hot, tight depths. Karen squirmed...