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Despite being fully clothed, her heart was racing. She smiled, looking up at him as he laid down on the floor beside her. Fully twice her age, but handsome, strong. In control, above else, he was always that. He had weaponized his smiles, his frowns, and simple words. Her stomach spun in knots every time she was with him. He patted her exposed belly, rubbing it softly, smiling down at …

He snaps his fingers and I hungrily crawl across the floor toward him. He sits casually naked in is chair, his chocolate brown muscular body relaxed, and his strong legs spread wide so that I can see the object of my love, my life. Some of you will think I am perverted, and others of you may even suspect I am mentally ill, but I tell you I am not. …

As I stood next to the train tracks watching my boyfriend drive away, I thought to myself why do I always hookup with the assholes? We had been out dancing at the local bar when we got in an argument over the price of eggs in china (well he had been drinking a lot) which ended with us leaving and him tossing me out of his truck right here at …

“I’ve been thinking,” Ildi said, sipping a Margarita. “Thinking and dreaming…” “About me, perhaps?” Nikki asked mischievously. Ildi looked across the table at her tall, cool friend. For the millionth time Ildi asked herself exactly what it was about Nikki… true enough, she was striking to look at, with her cascading auburn hair, sparkling dark eyes, richly curved mouth and flawless complexion. Nikki was also a great treat to be …

I slid my dick across her stomach and back and forth over the puffy nipples from her budding 19 year old titties. Within minutes I was spewing my load over her chest, a pearl necklace for a young teen. Her eyes were as glazed as her entire body: she was gleaming wet from spunk, jizz, sperm, cum. Her stomach, legs, and arms were wet. Her slightly hairy pussy lips were …

Donna Hartley was no shrinking violet. She had the kind of job many men would have envied; she was a sports commentator for super bike racing and loved every minute of it. She presented the image of a tall confident woman in her late thirties, not frightened of the world and what it had to offer. She began commentating fifteen years ago because of her love of motorbikes coupled with …

“But Dave, your finger works fine. You have enough feeling in it to please any woman,” claimed Mary. “Believe me, we appreciate the real thing. So, why try something artificial, something plastic?” Dave smoldered. He had planned this out, and he didn’t want to have to justify it. “Look, this is important to me. I don’t trust all the ‘everything is going to be alright’ stuff – that’s what they …

I went into a deep sleep of which I have no recollection. The first thing that I became aware of was dreaming that Susan was fondling my still raging erection. I remember feeling so happy that I was going to get my wet dream about Susan. I dreamed that she began pumping my tool as she had learned from watching me. She had said that it was so clear in …