The big cat groaned as it dug into the hillside with its sharp scraper blade, crisscrossing the side of the hill like a bright yellow prehistoric spider taking tons of dirt into its gaping maw with each pass. Katie Arden operated the huge piece of equipment with the skill of a surgeon, deftly maneuvering the
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
“We’re going to die!” The soldier was freaking out. He paced in the tiny room, banging on the walls. “The aliens took the captain and the pilot and they’re going to kill us when they come back!” The other soldier sighed. “We’ve been in worse,” he said simply. “No we haven’t! We’ve never been in
Jazz bishop had been piloting her ship when her unit was captured. The light transport had been stripped of defensive weapons in the hopes of outrunning enemy ships, but a fortunate blast by one Mondagi pilot crippled it and left its occupants to the mercy of the aliens. Her captors had not shown her commanding
