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
