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Abbey felt her thighs moisten a little to even see herself so turned on already, crossing her legs desperately and mauling her bottom lip. Abbey's hands gently stroked her nipples for a few seconds, until he responded. That one line sent a throb straight to Abbey’s groin and she moaned for the camera, squeezing her breasts harder as her eyes closed. She pressed her mounds together, rolling her nipples for her own pleasure, and leaned forward towards the camera; she bounced them in her hands a little and squeezed teasingly. Her fingers rubbed it and she moaned for the camera, squeezing her nipples with her other hand. Abbey felt the cool air circle her wet lips as they were spread wide for her viewer, her fingers still buried inside.
"Okay, boys and girls, before you all go, I'd like once again to thank Mr. Harrison for taking the lesson and you lot for not making things too difficult for him, and we'll look forward to seeing him next week." Throughout the classroom faces, with expressions of innate boredom, began nodding whilst others checked watches or mobile phones to see if the large clock above the door wasn't deceiving them. "Fuck, your cunt looks fucking gorgeous, Mrs. Thompson," Dean said, complimenting me, "I wouldn't mind getting me tongue into that," he continued and to be honest, that didn't sound like a bad idea.
None of them were particularly kinky although Ben, the guy I went out with, did like it when I sat on him and played with my clit and boobs as I shagged him.’ Max said. I wrapped my fingers around my cock and began to slowly wank myself off watching Max play with her nipples with one hand and rub her pussy through her thong with the other. I slowly wanked myself, shuddering a couple of times as the dildo in my bum gave me what I think of as small orgasms, but taking my time so I could watch Max. ‘Wow!’ I said softly as Max came for a second time, again thrusting her bum off the bed and giving me a lovely view of her clenched butt cheeks!
"Like the way I keep thinking about your friend Roger's dick," she explained, sitting up in bed. "Anyway, there's nothing illegal about pulling a guy's pants down to have a look at his cock," she said. "And I think Roger would love to have me pull his cock out of his pants. Don't tell me you weren't thinking about how much you'd like to reach into her top and pull one of her boobs out and suck on her nipple." "I think you like having a wife with a really filthy mind. "How do you know about those kinds of things?" I asked as I began to slowly stroke my cock. You with your cock hanging out of your pants dripping cum on the carpet, and me with jism all over my face.
Her eyes closed and she began to daydream, she ran a hand over her body gasping as she brushed over her nipples. It wasn't a conscious thought as she opened her legs a little; she barely gave it a thought as she let her hand wander down her body. She watched as her fingers pressed against her flesh, and then she felt the delicious feeling of her pussy being penetrated by a finger. She felt her orgasm build from deep inside her body, her hand thrusting the can in and out as she began to convulse on her bed. She felt the spreading dampness under her bottom, her fingers moving back down between her legs, rubbing over her dripping pussy.
As she concentrated on parts of her body she would hold the web cam for a close up; her fingers pulling hard on a nipple and lifting her breast, pussy lips being pulled wide open, vibe working on her clit. She wanted me to be as messy as possible either coming into my hand right in front of the camera or letting it spurt onto my belly and chest. When my cock is hard and ready I will gladly do anything I’m asked but once I have let it all go, and am coming down from an orgasm, I just don’t find cum that appealing. A squeezed out my last drops of cum and Angela moved her hands above the table and quickly slurped my spunk up into her mouth.
She turns in front of the mirror, her hands moving over her body, feeling her curves under her touch, just as he said to do. She slips her fingers inside the front of the dress, feeling the lacy bra beneath the dress, the shutter snapping as her fingers slip over her lace clad nipples. She slips her hand inside her panties and the click of the camera sends another wave of heat across her body. She stands in front of the mirror, the camera clicking and clicking as her fingers dance over her nipples, slide down her body and move between her legs. Her fingers move over her clit and as the shutter snaps another picture she feels a drop of moisture roll down her inner thigh.
So I spoke honestly when I said: "I love watching cum shots." At that Mike sat down in his office chair and inserted the DVD into his computer. I decided to go for it and rub my own cock, but just as my hand made contact with my hard bulge Mike stopped his own stroke and reached over and ejected the DVD. I dropped my hand from my crotch just as he turned around in his chair. As Mike stroked with one hand and clicked through videos with his other, I finally stepped closer and set my empty beer bottle on the desk next to him, taking the opportunity to also step just to his side so I could see his dick.
So, so much more fun to slip into Mr and Mrs Carson's bedroom, lock the door, stand in front of their full-length mirror, and slowly peel off her dress. Then Abbie's hands on her clit had been replaced with Mr Jacob's hot, wet tongue, and before long they'd been splayed across the locker room floor, fucking like two animals in heat. With one eye on Mr Carson's photograph, Abbie parted the smooth folds of her outer lips, lightly brushing her clit. It's a damn good job I remembered my key today, Mr Carson thought as he opened the door of the house, or I'd be well and truly stuck.
Almost without thinking, slipped my own hand down the front of my panties, closed my eyes and let my fingers glide between slippery wet lips. Slowly, I opened my legs, acutely aware that even in the dim flicker of the TV, Skip could see my fingers were inside my panties, and perhaps even make out the dark, damp spot I imagined was visible on the crotch panel. Finally, Skip slipped his fingers inside his briefs and wrapped them around his cock. "I think this is going to be the best summer of my life," I whispered to hims as my head fell back into the recliner and felt Skip's warm tongue slip between my swollen labia.
Just my hands stroking the length of my average but, I will admit, very hard cock, as I capture each move on the computer screen. But I want to take that drop of pre-cum on my finger tip and bring it to my lips and tongue, and taste it for my online friend. I figure it is worth the risk, and I touch my cock’s tip with my left index finger, scooping up the clear drop of liquid, and then I bend down so my mouth is in view of the camera, and I savor my own cum for my new friend. I fist my hard cock, pointing the head right at the camera, and feeling the beginnings of the spasms that I know will lead to my climax shortly.
She wanted to strip down naked, lay back in her porch-swing with her legs parted slightly, her arms raised and relaxed over her head and just let the subtle shift of that heated air lick over her body, caress her toned form and tease at her flesh, her nipples, her pussy... How often had he dreamt of stepping in behind her when she was bent like that, her firm ass in the air, her body hot and slick, her pussy a little damp no doubt, and just sinking his cock into her tight, young cunt? The knot in his stomach pulled as tight as he’d ever felt it, until it finally snapped, and his balls clenched painfully beneath his shaft and began pumping jet after jet of thick, creamy cum out of the double windows and into the humid night air.
Miranda's face flushed a deep shade of crimson, and her embarrassment deepened further when she realized she was grinding her hips slightly under the table in response to the vibrator still buzzing away in her pussy. I didn't recognize you without your glasses...how are you?" Heather pulled another chair up next to Miranda and continued to make inane small talk just loud enough to be heard nearby. Heather hit the second-highest setting on the remote, causing Miranda to twitch suddenly in her chair and let out another little squeak. "I want you to cum while I sit here with you, and with all of these people around." Heather paused for a moment and increased the intensity of the vibrations by one level.
If my dad ever came out he’d find his perverted whore of a daughter lying at his feet with her pussy wide open and sucking one of her huge boobs like a depraved freak. A big, fat girl squatting butt naked in the grass humping a soccer ball like it was the best cock she’d ever had. I jammed two fingers into my cunt and gave myself a dozen hard pumps before pulling them out and spreading my fat pussy lips so all the world could get a look at my slutty cunt hole. “Look at that nice fat pussy just begging to be fucked.” I smacked my clit a few times, then felt a sense of panic rising.
“I look forward to working with you and seeing a lot more of you in the future,” I said, trying my best to make the innuendo obscure enough to be either innocent if she wanted to take it that way, or suggestive enough to give her lewd and lascivious thoughts. It took me a little while to get the curtains and sheers in the right place and that is when I noticed a young woman in the room next to mine staring out of her window at my reflection. I remembered that the night before she seemed to particularly enjoy the position I took up at the end, so I turned sideways in my bed, put my pillows behind my head and neck and propped my feet up on the windowsill on either side of the pillows that blocked the lower side of the window.
Clerk Patti turns to Mrs. Patterson, “We need to wait to see if the lad opens the door for some help.” Ahh, there we go....Excuse me sir, would you allow this lady to observe our fitting the supporter? Patti smiles at Mrs. Patterson, “Here we need a little lubrication.” She reaches for some clear gel and dispenses a generous amount on her right hand. Patti says as she faces Mrs. Patterson, “The design looks like a compression brief but it is all mesh and offers stronger webbing to make it a true supporting jock.
My eyes flew open as she smiled and continued walking past me on her way to her usual chair, as I managed a strangled, “Hi, Kristina.” Her chair was about thirty feet away, on a direct sight line with mine. The thought of how she looked underneath it made my cock stiffen, and I had to clamp down on the feeling, not wanting to get an erection in public, especially not lying on my back in a wet bathing suit. I quickly raised my knees up, hiding my erection, and I reached for my book, pretending to read as I propped it in my lap again as Mrs. Tagliaferro walked by slowly.
I bent forward slightly and to the right in a attempt to get a better look and as I did Helen stretched her hand away just for a second and I could see inside her panties and could just make out her pubic hair and soft mound that outlined her pussy. Mrs Ingley started to walk up towards the back of the room in the dim light and I quickly pulled my wet cum drenched hand out of my pocket and placed it on Helen's bare arm to gave her a little shake, she lifted her head and looked at me.
As if reading my mind, a dim light appears, just bright enough to reveal the slender silhouette of girl who holds an upright cello in an impossibly sensual embrace. But as her look fixes on my cock, she leans back in her chair, lifts her hips, and slides her thong down her legs in one easy motion-- revealing a neatly trimmed patch of pale yellow hair. I step to the edge of my balcony and into the full glow of dawn, my cock jutting out over the courtyard below. She cups one breast in her hand and lifts it until she can flutter her tongue over across the nub of her nipple–all without taking her eyes off mine.
Fucking prima dona doesn't want her 500 dress wet, I said under my breath as I barely looked you up and down before closing my eyes again. With your trench coat unbuttoned and draped to the sides of both thighs, you sat there with legs wide open, sunning yourself as the sunlight kissed nearly every square inch of your heavenly body. I watched as you crossed and uncrossed your legs several times, allowing the front of the coat to open at mid-thigh. I licked my lips several times as I thought about how nice it would be to suck on those nice hard nipples. With my raging hard on pulled out through the leg opening of my shorts, I began jacking off while watching you masturbate.
It's me," Isaac whispered fiercely in my ear as he pulled me down roughly to lay low against the ground with him. My boner was hurting from the way we were laying and I stuffed my hands into my track pants trying to get it to a more comfortable position, hoping that Isaac wouldn't notice, but he saw and started to get unzipped. Having said that, Isaac rolled his eyes and continued watching the girls, his hand moving over the fabric of his grimy boxers, stimulating himself. I closed off Isaac's existence and focused instead on the girls, watching their curvaceous bodies jiggle and bounce around as they pranced about in the watering hole as free as forest sprites.
The mix of the champagne and his touch had her intoxicated as she leaned back in her seat allowing the slit to slide open revealing her garter belt clasps and pretty lace panties. She swallowed her last sip of champagne then smiled at him, "Yes Sir," she murmured, looking intently into his eyes as the car came to a stop at the restaurant. His hand rarely left her leg that was covered by the table cloth as he stroked along the slit of the skirt reaching the inner thigh on occasion. She slid out of her seat allowing the slit in her skirt to open and reveal her stocking tops and the garter that held them up.
Blushing furiously, she reached for her laptop again, and resumed writing one handed, balancing it on her slowly spreading thighs as she slowly teased her clit free, her finger slick with pussy juices after slipping it inside of her suddenly dripping wet pussy as she re-wrote what she’d written. She paused long enough to slip her hand under the pleats of her skirt, shaking with the knowledge of what she was about to do, and gently immersed a single finger inside of her pussy, slowly enough so that she could feel every knuckle brush against her vulva, holding it in place until she was sure it dripped with her juice and only then bringing it to her lips.
'My God', she thought, 'I'm horny all the freaking time now.' It was true: Michelle had always had a high sex drive, or so she thought, but ever since she had been double-teamed by her boyfriend, Leman and her ex, Eric, her libido had been through the roof! To anyone watching she would have been an incredibly erotic sight: Her long dark hair splayed against the white sheets and pillows and her tanned, sexy body completely nude and displayed like a waiting prize for anyone lucky enough to bear witness. Standing in the steamy shower, eyes closed as she soaped her naked body, Michelle began to fantasize about the mailman.