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
I have had my eye on Eric since he started tending bar at the restaurant I worked at. We’d had some casual conversations, but nothing that seemed to lead anywhere. It was frustrating as hell. I wanted him bad, and I was determined to have him. Thursday was an early night for both of us.
