She had been sent to us as a gift…a party favor. She came wrapped in silk and lace, naked except for thigh-high hose, garter belt, and heels. As we unwrapped her, she moaned slightly and quivered to three sets of hands pulling her this way and that, but she said nothing. We were all very
She slipped into my room so quietly I thought she was a dream. Her diaphanous gown billowing in a subtle breeze like some scene from a movie. She smiled as she crossed the room with her coy little shy girl smile and I was hard immediately. I must be dreaming, this was too good to
Amber was naked on the table when the chef began to work. She was excited but not fully hard, so he called to his assistant, who dutifully began to suck her until her cock was rock hard and ready. Applying a cock ring and a wrap of silk, he made it stand fully erect and
She was on her back, long, blonde hair stretching out from her head like a halo. Her eyes, covered in a black velvet blindfold, her pouting lips trembling in excitement. She was nude and wrapped tightly to the futon with layers of saran wrap, like a spider’s web enshrouding her. Only her breasts and cock
she was almost naked and sitting waiting for me when i got there. the hotel clerk gave me the key to the room and i ran my hand through my long hair and tried to fix it a little. the ride on my harley had left it wind blown beyond simple repair so i left
I heard the water running when I woke up. My eyes slowly opened as I smelled her perfume from the night before on the pillow next to me, the smell of our sweat and sex still in the air. I stretched and tossed the covers off me, taking a few minutes to really enjoy the
Vicki bounced into the room with her usual energy. Her plaid skirt flitting up slightly as she did and her breasts straining against the fabric of her white cotton blouse. Her pig tails bounced on after she stopped, taking one last little bop to settle finally framing her precious face. One of her socks was
The phone rang at exactly 10:00, as always. Sandy picked it up, but said nothing. Instead, she listened for his harsh breathing. His breath was ragged and hurried; he was well into stroking his cock tonight. “Hello?” she said in a sweet, demure voice. At the same time, she slid the covers back off her
The air was crisp and cold as she walked into the night. She felt it more than others who also were out on the streets because of the lack of substantial clothing under her long coat. The feel of the cold air rushing up and caressing her bare pussy lips as they jutted out of
Let me dance…don’t touch…don’t speak…just stare. Covet me from afar and let me feel your eyes. I am music, I am the beat…I am the passion of the song. Don’t try and capture me…I am just a song and all songs end. The lights dance with me, so I have no need for a lover;
She sat in her yellow bikini, enjoying the feeling of baby oil dripping down her body. She knew there were men staring at her, she enjoyed that. She enjoyed the feeling of eyes wandering over her and the idea of fantasies undressing her and taking her right there where she sat. One drop in particular
she was well used. kneeling, cum dripping from her pussy, thighs coated with her own cum and his mixed, her asshole slick with lubricant and still gaping from a hard fucking. she was well used by him but, certainly not done. as she quivered another aftershock squished out more cum to drip down her legs.
The first trickle of blood down her neck tickled far more than she had expected. The red liquid stained her skin as it fell down the shallow of her throat and over her collar bone. With slow deliberation it traced a red line down her right breast, just the side curve and then welled up
A sea of bodies undulating, writhing together. Nude flesh, sweaty and slippery and coated with sex mesh and merge into a mass of pure hunger. Mouths on cocks sucking, on pussies licking, on nipples biting, penetration…violation…desecration in every conceivable way. Bodies pressed against her and rubbed on her. She felt wetness from a woman straddling
Mistress Sabrina giggled as she applied the lubricant to the slave’s already wet pussy. The girl was soaking wet from the long ordeal of being tied to the spanking bench so securely, she couldn’t move a muscle. Ropes laced over her legs every several inches and then across her back the same way. Her arms
I slowly and deliberately stroked Emma’s breasts. My hands were not gentle but not harsh. I applied enough pressure to get her great heaving tits ready for a milking. While this would not have been unusual for our play, it was different in that we were seated in a park on a picnic table in
she knelt on the floor waiting for his return. she was dressed as ordered in a lacey white baby doll nighty that was so sweet and innocent, she felt like she was ready for a slumber party and not to serve her master. she was though, in fact, waiting to be used by him in
She giggled and then chided herself for the noise. He was sleeping soundly, but there was no need to risk it. She finished opening the door softly and stuck her head in the dark room. There he was, asleep in bed. She stifled another giggle and crept into the room. He was snoring, which was
Ruby’s hair was in my hands as I rode her hard. My cock pounding in and out of her pussy with incredible wet sloppy sounds. The slap of our bodies seemed to echo along with her moans and wails as I rode her faster and faster. I pulled hard on her hair and she reared
His cell phone rang and he allowed it to ring several times before he answered it. His deep voice measured in tone and speed. “Room 334. Take the elevator to the third floor and take a right when you get out. The room is the fourth on the left down the hallway. There is a
As his hands glided over her skin, he marveled at the colors. A deep brown color with so many variations. The baby oil brought out darker shadows and golden hues, so that she almost seemed to scintillate under his touch. His hands slid down and cupped one of her breasts, squeezing it gently and allowing
Their bodies slid effortlessly against each other, the thin layer of oil making them just slippery enough to almost merge. She gasped as Jennifer’s wet pussy straddled her leg and left a long wet line of cum on her thigh as she slid down and off her. Amy was a virgin to being with a
she was laying on her back on the bed. hands and feet tied to the wrought iron bed posts so that she was spread eagle and exposed. naked except for a blindfold he had left her there for some 15 minutes, her anticipation growing to a fevered pitch as she waited and imagined. when his
He had seen the announcement for the new shoe store in the fall-out ads of the Sunday morning edition. “All shapes and sizes,” the ad promised. “New Spring Line of Strappy Heels For Sunny Days,” it tantalized. He couldn’t resist. The next evening, after work, he found himself gazing into the store window at the
She was on her hands and knees, ass stuck up in the air, heavy breasts hanging down, her sweet face looking back at him. She had a pleading look that he understood. As inviting as her bare pussy was, as much as he wanted nothing more than to bury his cock deep in her and
The rain lashed down onto Tiffany’s nude flesh as she pulled against the ropes binding her. In mock desperation, she tried to escape, hearing his footfalls on the wet rooftop. The soles of his boots clicking through the shallow puddles that gathered, the steady clicking of his approach like thundering drums in her ears. She
She was waiting on the bed in the hotel room for him, a perfect little fuck toy. Her crotchless panties revealing a freshly shaved pussy. The see-through bra torn and allowing one perky breast to hang free. She was a fuck toy, mouth opened to accept a cock, bright red slut lipstick slightly smeared. She
When I walked into the room, I was struck by a sight that made me livid immediately. My pastels crushed and ground to dust, pieces of handmade watercolor paper with big smiley face drawings on them, colorful scrawling rainbows drawn on the wall, and her, standing there with smears of pigments coloring her white cotton
The warehouse was cold when she entered. Her fear, amplified by the chill in the air, made her shiver noticeably as she walked out of the hot sunshine into the cool darkness. Her eyes took a few minutes to adjust to the dim room, the dust seeming to hang in the air indefinitely. It was
She walked down the back alleyway, trying to be small and unnoticed. She wasn’t sure why she was doing this or even if there was something other than walking down a trashy alley that she was doing. This place was legend. A friend of a friend knew a guy…that sorta direction, but she had to
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