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So if I got back to my apartment from Kristina’s after my parents came home from work, and I was wearing long pants and a shirt with a collar, there would be inevitable questions that I would have no reasonable answer for. My cock continued to harden, the cool air feeling crisp and pleasant on the wetness the cloth had left behind, and she looked at my erection thoughtfully. On the one hand she told me that she would have a hard time getting through the next day, but she also wanted to not see me on the following morning when we had an available chance.
You glance back down and see me still slowly stroking and rubbing my finger over the fat flange of my rock hard pole and know that I am working myself very near to orgasm. As you listen to me coax my balls closer and closer to forcing their load out in what you know will be several forceful and massive gushes, you slip your finger into your wetness and tease your hard clit. Seeing the load of cum I had discharged made you wish it was at least going in your throat, but you were pleased as you looked again at the monitor and saw the cum covered picture displayed there.
She glided her body across the sheets to where he had lain the night before, where the memory of his pulse and skin still resides and she inhaled the scent he left behind, one filled with the afterglow of his sweat and come, fused with the fragrance of her feminine contributions. She yelled his name over and over again in a litany of pleasure, her lithe body curved upwards as a surge of powerful orgasm rocked her and moments later, she lay spent on the bed, still breathing his name on her lips.
Fingering myself, my thumb frantically rubbing my clit, I recalled making love in the college locker rooms after swim practice: not the most romantic environment unless you enjoy chlorine mixed with body odor. An intense orgasm rocked my body for the second time since I’d got home. I almost felt guilty for neglecting Bob. He was still packed in my luggage but the memories of Stone had supplied plenty of fuel for my second orgasm. I was up to three fingers in my pussy, Bob still in my unpacked luggage like a relic from another time. But, suddenly, just like he’d said, my body finally relaxed and I became used to the fullness of his amazing cock in my ass.
The cool air in the living room touched his damp body and he was transported back to the last time he lay naked in the darkness. He could feel the sweat on his body, nestled in his pubic hair and covering his buttocks, as he lay naked on the sofa, his mind many miles away in a cool and darkened bedroom where he had last made love with Daphne. He closed his eyes again momentarily, and he imagined that Daphne was lying beside him, perhaps asleep and naked, and that he was getting up to go to her bathroom, in her apartment, in the place where they had made love together so many times and always with such intimacy and passion.
I got to admit it does get me hard to know another man wants to play with her dirty panties, and I love hearing him tell me how much he loves her scent. We chatted for a while, and he would tell me how he planned to fuck my wife with his big cock, an as she would be begging for it, he would have me stand in the corner jerking my cock with her panties. Another man, with a nice big cock was sniffing my wife's pussy and telling me how much he wanted to fuck her. He took a pair of her pink panties and d****d it over his cock, telling me how silky they felt.
I picked at my shepherds pie just hoping that one day they’ll listen to me when I say I’m a vegetarian. “Is this seat taken?” A small, shy looking girl asks; indicating the chair opposite me. She drained her cup of water quickly and smiled “sorry, I’ve got a big appetite…are you gunna eat that?” As she shoved even more food into her mouth I couldn’t help but wonder how she stayed so thin. I leaned forward and took hold of her cheek and kissed her lips. I pressed two fingers inside my sex, continuing to rub my clit with my palm. I couldn’t help but beam as I let my orgasm wash over me. My tenth orgasm thinking about Violet.
The heat between my legs returned and I couldn't help but lay back and slide my hands down my body and over my breasts. I was so close to orgasm so I moved my fingers to tease and rub my clit a bit more thinking all the while of my man's pants and groans filling my ears as he loved me with his glorious length. The thought of my man gripping one hand to the headboard as he spurt his cum inside me made my body tense and finally release. In the last bit of my fantasy, he would place a kiss on my temple and whisper in that beautiful accent, "Sleep well, your majesty." I smiled before my eyes grew too heavy to keep open.
I hit the button to go to the first floor and once the doors closed, I thought about what my first meeting with William would be like. I felt a tingle down my spine as I recalled watching William lick his lips in anticipation as I took my shirt off on the camera for the first time. After I finished breakfast, I still felt very nervous about the date that was only a few hours away and the only person I could think about talking to for a little confidence boost was my mom. He pictured her sticky sex covering his cock and her clit rubbing teasingly against him each time he reached the hilt, causing Mona's body to shudder and screams to escape her lips.
“Tell me what you’re doing, I want to hear you tell me,” I moan out. I want to see.” I can feel the familiar tingle building deep inside me, aching to the core. I want to feel my cock slip down into your throat. You’ll love to finally slip inside my velvet, soft, wet pussy.” I know you’re thinking the same, I’m such a filthy girl for you. Part those legs for me wide, I want to sink balls deep inside that tight pussy. “I’m so close, I’m close to feeling myself erupt around your cock now, baby. Please, baby, don’t, oh fuck, fuck!” I lose all thoughts, unable to speak properly, needing to feel you come inside me.
I smacked his hand and said, "Please, Mister White, let's keep this professional. Slowly, I ran my hand the length of my husband’s cock as if feeling for any abnormalities. Satisfied that I had sufficiently teased my husband I said, “Everything seems to be in working order, Mister White. “Your pussy feels so good, Lovey,” sighed Archie. Slowly, I glided back up his shaft until the head of his cock was ready to pop out of my pussy. Then I just as slowly slide back down his hard shaft until I had once again completely impaled myself on my husband’s cock. I drove my cunt down hard, impaling myself on Archie’s cock and burying it deep within me. Archie felt my cunt contract hard around his cock.
She slid her hand inside the v-neck of her top, under her bra and onto the hot skin of her naked breast as she remembered the feel of his weight on her body, his face close to hers, the whispering of soothing romantic words in her ear as he gently bit and nibbled her lobe, asking her if she was sure, if this was okay, was she sure that she wanted to go through with it? Firstly, he had kissed her pert nipple, licked it and then he had opened his mouth and taken it inside completely, murmuring words of encouragement the whole time, making her feel safe, wanted.
It was planning time for another six weeks of school and Jonathon sat in an early morning daze trying to bring himself to get started. The half term holiday had at least allowed for a little recuperation from the intense workload of school but, being only a week long, was not truly enough time to refresh and Jonathon still craved another week of late nights and long mornings. In the mornings, in the days, in the evenings of his week off, Jonathon found his mind turning to her. Jonathon veered wildly between blaming her for these feelings of confusion and bitterness to wanting to confess to her that he took full, gushing responsibility for everything.
There was a black, female engineer friend that I'd known many years ago and sometimes, as I'm staring up into darkness waiting to fall asleep, she walks gently back into my consciousness, smiling and laughing. As I started slowly stroking my cock she smiled, then grinned and licked her lips, but her eyes never left my cock. "Do you want to watch me too?" she finally asked very softly, looking directly at my hand holding my cock. About 6 months after that incident Jen told me that she wanted to try another woman, a couple, and said, "Carol is my top pick right now so you would just kind of come with the package I guess."
It is not helping, thinking like this, watching the stupid cursor blinking at me. I just know I woke up this morning feeling the need to be fucked like a ragdoll, and that is exactly what I need and want from you. “I need you to come take care of all these aches and hurts, baby. You begin to stroke yourself a little faster, as I work my fingers down into my panties. Giggling, I turn slightly giving you a view of my ass, fingering at my clit still with my free hand. I finally feel the deep ache I’ve had all day vanish. One day he’ll be able to properly fuck me just like we both want.
I had an image of my pulling off my jeans and pumping my fingers in and out of my drenched cunt, my moans echoing off the bathroom walls or, even better, you pushing your entire hand into me while I screamed in ecstasy. The thrill that went through me as I thought of someone having witnessed my little escapade, perhaps standing just outside my window, looking in while I abused myself, eyes flying open just as I climaxed, a strangers face filling my vision… I thought about leaving my panties in the car so I could enjoy them on the way home, but thought better of it.
My body reacted in unison through fantasy and reality when I released a soft moan of pleasure. I rolled my fingers harder Around my clit, applying pressure the more I thought of his cock inside me and I knew my second wave was not far behind. The thought of him arching his back a bit as he closed his eyes and groaned was nearly enough to through me over the edge in both reality and fantasy, but I wanted to see this part all the way through. I imagined us cumming together and through the images playing like a movie inside I my head, is where I found my second release.
I like that spot where my wrist rest on the inner thigh where the leg meets the wet. The fingers smacking wet in my bed now brought me back to the masturbation. He let me suck him and work myself wet before I placed the metal tube between my legs. With intent I focused on the swelled clit in my hand and drifted off to a picture of his face in my hands that forced him down on my wet openness and thought, Maybe we'll do that tonight. He pushed me down on his cock and watched me open myself with the thing. He wanted to know if I was comfy as he fucked my face harder loving the mirror picture of cranked pussy going down on the thing.
He is always telling us that if we need to know something which our friends do not want to explain, we should feel free to ask him. Now that I have embarrassed myself with this little bit of history, I feel I can tell you my experience here on Lush without hesitation. One day, seemingly out of nowhere, he started talking to me with ease, as if we are sitting in the same room and he's a life-long friend. I will help you set your mind at ease of all the burdens we have talked about in our chats." I can almost feel his voice and his breath on my ear. "Close your eyes and listen to the music." Again the caress and breath on my ear as I do as he says.
This time it was Susan who was bent over, her body on all fours, her head and shoulders pressed down on a pillow, her knees spread wide and her ass raised to receive Diana's attention. Diana's eyes passed over Susan's s calves and thighs, the globes of her buttocks, the long groove between the full globes, Susan's legs apart enough to widen the groove and expose the pink little knot of her anus and the full lips of her sex. With her hands on the upper parts of Susan's thighs, Diana leaned forward and licked Susan's right buttock, kissed it with her tongue and lips, then moved to the left buttock to do the same. She felt Diana shake behind her and suddenly ram all the way into her and hold as the other woman's hips ground the dildo in Susan's pussy.
What can I say, i just love to eat pussy, and when i do eat the pussy i eat untile im full and then i like to be layed on my back by a nice jucy women and be face fuck real real good just long enough too make your pussy squirtthat sweet pussy juice down my mouth....damm im horny... I have a nice size cock and I like to fuck I love a women thats always in the mood like me meaning I'm horny and want some fun,just get streight down too it, but its not that many out there so the pickings are slim, shit if you horny and waana fuck dont beat around the bush, just fuck damm..
"As a girl I always used to masturbate with my panties on. "The cat loved to lick it." I handed Jane a hairbrush and, handle between her dripping lips until it sank all the way in, then pushed excitement began to mount, bobbed its little head in and out in the By now my own excitement began to mount shedding left) and, the way I used to, began the slow ejaculation of my stiff The art of my ejaculation hit Jane right on the button just as she too Mutual masturbation, I came to learn, is the my strokes and, among other delights, the pleasure of the elusive clitoris Eat your heart out AccuIac. Mutual masturbation, in those times
I then take some juice from my love tunnel, spread it all over my screaming clit, and I begin to slowly rub and massage it, and rub, grasp and pinch my aching nipples at the same time. I then feel my lover penetrate two fingers into my now totally soaked love tunnel, and begins to to go in and out very rapidly. At this moment I can feel his pleasure rod throbbing violently against the walls of my cum filled love tunnel as my womanhood begins to pulsate ever so strongly. Afterwards, as I lay there trembling, my lover begins to lick my now totally cum covered pulsating flower and magically licks up all of his pleasure juice as well as mine.
Louise is desperate to demonstrate her dedication as a sex slave of her Master Professor Peter Poet Louise is happy with his invitation to show him her hot sexy skills in munching his mighty manliness Louise is wet in her tight twat and wanton to offer her cute cunt to her Master as soon as he is hard Louise is coming far more often than her Master Professor Peter, in this tasty try-out sexy session Louise is loving to be used by her hot Professor in many new ways as up her anal canal for first time Louise is collared to a leash and told to come on all fours along to her bathroom with Professor Peter