******Lost in my thoughts, he chimed in, “Its riding time, Ava! We're behind time.”It was our time to get started! Meanwhile, he mounted his bike and added, “Remember to keep trying your brakes, honey. Sporadically, they might disappoint you when in need.”Despite the fear I had of cycling, his presence made me feel secure and mounted my bike too. With him, riding felt like my favorite hobby.Smiling from within, I thought, “Holy, sh*t! He's d*mn hot! If he kept playing with me, he'd definitely f*ck me.”As we departed, I noticed that the sky was clear, and cold breeze to tingling me up. Meanwhile, I pursed him as fast as I could, however in a few minutes, he was as far as a tiny house from an airplane view.After cycling a few miles, we left the city behind us, and left the outskirt as well. The countryside view was a flower, particularly upon seeing Peterson in front of me.I could see him raise his butts severally while crossing bumps and terrains to avoid shook, but my eyes were
*****Anne Marie was my precious girl next door. Neither had I just admired her, but also cherished the small things we did together.It was her who had suggested it, so who was I to deny?She asked, her grin as broad and bodacious as usual, “Come on, girl, why don't you give it another shot? This is your best chance if you want to be a petite girl like me.”Perhaps she thought I looked like a cheeky monkey with my overweight, but I smiled and asked, “I'm scared of cycling, honey. D*mn, what If I fall?”Anne was right, but cycling disquiet me! Even if I could lose a few pounds, her suggestion spooked me.Led by the crush I had on her, I nodded, saying, “Alright. As far as you'll shield me from falling, I'm in.”Upon hearing that, Anne smiled and left. On Saturday morning, she called and picked me up for the cycling challenge, as we had agreed.When we entered the club, I was very nervous, especially seeing so many toned men surrounding the room.All the men around looked physically fi
*****Suddenly pulling her up, he changed his mind and grabbed her waist before pulling her pants down. This time, she helped his by curiously shaking her *ss.Revealing her glorious nudity, she wriggled her *ss again to reveal what hid beneath her legs. Immediately, Joel raised his hand and caressed her slimy p*ssy.“Oh, f*ck!” she cried out.Swearing deeply that he would f*ck this lady hard, he turned her around and spanked her *ss, periodically spreading her butt–cheeks to expose her sl*t from behind.Feeling his hard d*ck pressing on her butt, she wriggled again to slid it inside her c*nt, but he backed away and slapped her *ss once more.Seeing him provoked cheered her up.Despite being hurt, the mixture of lust and pain kept her wanting more of his spanking. With that, she dropped her chest to the couch, raised her *ss before shaking it with excitement.Unable to control the contraction within her walls, upon touching her lips from behind, she squirted on his trousers.“How dare
*****While wandering her eyes, she noticed an artificial p*ssy–like dildo between the cousins and asked, “What the f*ck do you do with this, Joel?”Feeling guilty and remorseful, Joel asked, “Don't be sarcastic, Rose. You already know how that works–”With a soft chuckle, she interjected, “I have never seen one. Actually, I was looking for my lipstick–”“Shall I show you how it works?” Joel asked, instantly dashing into her direction. Her naive eyes avoiding his glance, she said, almost feeling his touch, “Of course, but not right now. I need to apply my make-up first.”“Really? I'm sure you don't know what you want right now, but I can tell that you are thinking about something–”“What something?” she asked, turning her gaze on him.“I know you want me to spank you, right?” Joel said, paying to his gods to make it work.With that, Rose chuckled softly and said, “How sure are you?”Paying back her chuckle, he stepped closer and said, “You are challenging my brains, little sl*t, aren'
*****As she went on with trying the best outfit for the dinner date, she tossed her only option; her short black, net–like skirt and her red crop top on the bed and sighed.Rose desired to look s*xy, but not that cheap!Wandering her exhausted fingers through the wardrobe, her eyes suddenly settled on one dress. It wasn't that slutty, but when she stepped into it and fastened its buttons, she looked hot.Unable to believe, she dashed to her full–length mirror and watched her beautifully curved hips and smiled.“That's pretty hot!” she thought while viewing her body from all angles.The blue fish–designed dress perfectly matched with her eyes and complimented beauty to her long, blonde hair.The dress was protruding her s*xy cleavage enough, but she needed to add some make-up on her eyes lashes to rhyme with it.It was in the evening, however when she came out of her apartment, sun rays were still hot on her. Since she wasn't going far, she decided to walk to stretch her legs.Just as
[Warning! Lesbian Content Ahead!]*****Back to the interrogation room, Detective Adrian looked the hooker sympathetically and asked, “Are you going to tell me where you stole the money, or not?”Meanwhile, she slipped her fingers back to her crack and forced two fingers inside her warm c*nt. Immediately, she rolled her face to the ceiling and groaned, suddenly arching her toes.Trembling under waves of ecstasy, Detective Adrian added, “If you won't tell me where you got the money, I'll play with your p*ssy until you cry.”Enjoying the pleasurable teasing on her soaked lips, Lucy longed to leak the information, but the way she was making her feel restrained her from saying anything.Regardless of how bull-headed she behaved, when her ecstatic peak would hit her, she would spill out all the information she desired.Whispering in her ear seductively, she added, “I would rather not see you go to jail, honey. So, just tell me what I need.”With that, she reached the straps of her bra and
*****Under the florescent dim flickering lightning, Detective Adrian reluctantly closed her eyes and slipped her tongue into the suspect's shaved p*ssy.The interrogation room was designed in a way that one from inside would see whatever was happening outside, however, no one could see anything from outside.The s*xy hooker groaning in ecstasy, she knew she was working around her ecstasy sl*t.“Are you coming now?” the detective asked, purely enticing the suspect's holes sensually with her tongue.Meanwhile, the suspect swirled her round butt around her tongue and moaned. With that, Detective Adrian seized that opportunity to ask, “Will you let me know where you stole the money, little b*tch?”The now shaking woman virtually spilled out the information. After all, since their first meeting, her p*ssy had been tingling with pleasure and logging that Detective Adrian would lick her p*ssy.The two must've noticed how they felt for one another. No wonder, they couldn't overlook the sensu
********Though I wasn't ready to prove my drawbacks, there was something unique with Ms Carson that tipped me over the edge.Her womanly curve, her beautifully made *ss that heaped on the table edge and her spine slightly lifted to rhyme with her pose. She was molded in a way that drew my eyes in.With her lashes sexily dropped, she parted her legs and lifted her round butt in the air. From the close view, I could feel a musk fragrance coming from where my sanity thought – beneath that sheer lance.With my hesitation, Ms Carson grabbed my hand gently and caressed my fingers on her sponge–*ss. My heart racing, I thrust my fingers around the crack of her *ss and then traced the lace of her spine.Satisfied with what I had attained, I reversed my motion, down into her butt–sl*t again and circled her charmed wetness.Her crotch growing wetter, it bulged like an oyster, inspiring my fingers to slide further. Lost in the world of pleasure, I reached my trousers and dropped my zip.Spectacu
*******I wasn't that irrational and nasty until I met her–wonderfully made lady, crossing her legs in the front row of the classroom, perhaps taking notes from my illogical thoughts.Okay, certainly, my eyes intentionally fell on her thighs and forced me to swallow hard.I wasn't that fond of seducing my students, however, this one seemed distinct–green eyes, brown skin and particularly for her attractive smile that left her secret admirers mumbling.Perhaps I was one of them.The lecture was deeply rooted around oral s*x. However, my dearest reader, don't misinterpret me. When someone becomes a professor in literature beyond forty years, his or her brain begins to get coitus.Periodically, I usually say, ‘older we get, the nastiest we become.’That reminds me of this bald pornographer who usually gets hard each time he sees a pretty lady. Drop that. Do you recall what Jane wrote in her exotic work about so called, ‘the elderly?’I think my life was now revolving around the effects o