****** Ivy dropped her phone and grabbed her opponent's shoulders again, then shoved her from the bed to the chair next to her bed. With that, she pulled her hands hastily and cuffed her wrist. Meanwhile, she grabbed a stocking from her drawer and tied her legs, too. “Why don't you cuff my waist, honey?” Grace asked, tauntingly, while laughing wildly. Ivy noticed that the woman wasn't protesting a thing, but instead remained composed and willing to be cuffed. That motivated her to dash away, and observed her incredulity. With that, Grace chuckled softly and suggested, “Why don't you pull my panties off? I'll be glad if you tie me stripped.” From a distance, Ivy noticed how her face dazzled with glee, and her bronze skin curled with pleasure each time she touched her. Meanwhile, she dropped her lower lips, blinked her long, dark eyelashes with excitement and smiled. She was cheerful: like nothing harmful was going to happen to her, regardless her fault. Nevertheless, tha
The Exotic Thief [1] {Warning! Lesbian Content Ahead!} ***** When Ivy turned the door open, her instincts suddenly sensed danger. What the hell was inside her house? Instantly, she backed up and peeked through the darkness, knowing precisely that something was wrong. meanwhile, her heartbeat accelerated with the thought of someone robbing her house. First, her nostrils had sensed a foreign smell of unfamiliar perfume, and secondly, she had heard something moving inside her house when she turned the door open. Meanwhile, she narrowed her pupils, slightly trying to see through the darkness; however, she couldn't see anything. Gaining courage, she stepped inside her house before sensing her wardrobe suddenly pulled open. With that, something suddenly rushed to her bedroom, clarifying to her that she had unwelcomed company. Ivy thought about the security service, but something crossed her mind. After dismissing her idea, she walked inside her house and maneuver. If some
*******Despite my runaway, I decided to hook up with her the following day. That evening, I found her relaxing in an abandoned warehouse with a cigarette twitching at the edge of her mouth.I was in a flimsy raincoat and a wrinkled white shirt, a scarf around my neck and my favorite, black jeans. The waiter with many names was as good as a sl*t.To my surprise, her husband was still roaming at the corners of the warehouse, while puffing his cigarette.The rusty pipes encircling the building walls dripped with unclear liquids, and the roof tattled ominously. Meanwhile, my girl had already planned everything, including her exotic scene to pour her dangerous love.She wriggled her bottom seductively, her shirt school–designed skirt exposing her white panties every time she bent. With that, I maneuver into her direction, grabbed her panties and dropped it.Without hesitation, I slipped my shaft in her tunnel and pushed it deeper. Instantly, she moaned desperately while her husband cleare
*******Roaming in her world of fantasies, I squeezed her heavy chest on mine, reversed a step and then grabbed the b*tch's round breasts.A moan escaped her pink lips, her teeth toyed with her lower lip. It was pleasurable, especially watching her wriggle her voluptuous body lustfully.Instantly, she grabbed the hem of her bra and popped it open. After admiring her bikini–pale n*ppl*s, I touched them; skin on skin while cupping them.Their texture was smooth, but when I pinched her engorged n*ppl*s, she moaned loudly, “S*ck my t*ts!”Without hesitation, I dropped my face and flicked her stiffening n*ppl*s with my coarse tongue.In a few minutes, her n*ppl*s had grown into rigid buds which yearned to be s*ck*d. Responding to my touches and sucking, she shivered, while wriggling her thighs.Still sucking her rubbery, engorged n*ppl*s, I periodically swirled my think tongue on her aureoles.Meanwhile, the beautifully made girl squirmed around me, then dropped into her knees abruptly. In
********My life was always on edge, especially now my posters were all over the walls and on electric posts. Briefly, I was termed as, “Wanted.”Despite that, I tossed my cap and shoved the restaurant's door open before walking into its cool hallway.Without much care, I left the door to swing at its pace and eventually banged closed. Considering that I was on the run, this place seemed perfect for someone looking for a hideout.I walked all through to where my heart desired –the pub's counter and slid my cold butt on a pink vinyl–cracked, tall, stool before ordering my favorite wine.After observing the place keenly, I noticed a notorious character on a stool at the corner of the pub.She looked deserted, except for the exotic paperback, which seemed familiar. If not spank me, or whip me, it was definitely five minutes fantasies. That made me grin, especially knowing that I had all that nasty book's content in practical.A real city's hooker, I thought.Since I couldn't drink with a
******The following morning, when I tried to seduce my mother back to my snare, she protested and gave me a long piece of advice. I really loathed that.The only thing running in my mind was f*ck*n' her everyday. I wanted my father's place no matter the cost. It made me feel jealous and upset simultaneously.I loved her; however, she didn't seem to understand me. Nevertheless, I kept watching her masturbate at night and come. I did the same as I waited for her to fall asleep.Instantly, I rushed to her bedroom quietly and quickly crawled on her bed and parted her legs. After finger f*ck*n' herself, her p*ssy was musky and dripping.Without hesitation, I decided to try something new–something I had seen in a pornography video a day before. With that in mind, I stiffened my tongue and licked her sl*t.My mother was awakened by a wave of pleasure slamming through her, “Ahh… You can't f*ck me again!”I didn't care about her yelling as far as I got all I wanted. Neither did I move when sh