LOGINFûcked By The New Neighbour (4)
With Clark being an athlete and having such a strong chest, powerful thighs, and a height of about six feet, she had expected a monster cóck.
What she found was a solid five inches, thick and rock hard. She leaned in and licked his balls. They were smooth, hairless, and tasted sweet. She traced her tongue along the length of his cóck from tip to base. She nuzzled his balls, gently pulling them into her mouth.
She loved everything about balls. To keep him on edge, she applied slight pressure as she sucked, enjoying the mix of pleasure and a hint of pain that made him twitch.
When Mac emerged from the shower, toweling himself off, a big smile spread across his face as he saw Bítch on her knees, working on Clark’s cóck. She struggled to take as much as she could, but the thickness made it a challenge,
Craving Her Neighbour's Pussy (3)Finally, the soft lips of this gorgeous woman were on Rachel’s, and she felt a rush so intense it nearly knocked the breath out of her. She couldn't believe how deeply she was already melting into Kristen McCarthy’s kiss. There was something wild, almost untamed, about the way they clung to each other’s mouths. It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t shy. It was full-on hunger.Rachel had never kissed a woman before, and she couldn’t understand why it had taken her so long to try. Kristen’s lips were full and warm, and the way she moved her tongue, slow at first, then messier, more eager, made Rachel groan against her mouth. She tangled her fingers in Kristen’s hair and tugged gently, then harder, pulling her closer until their bodies pressed tight from chest to thighs.Kristen moaned into Rachel's mouth and grabbed a handful of her ass, squeezing hard, her nails dragging slightly over the curve. The friction between them made Rachel’s legs tremble. Their lipstick
Craving Her Neighbour's Pussy. (2)They finished the tray and chatted a little longer, but when Kristen stood to leave, Rachel followed her to the door. They hugged goodbye. It was supposed to be casual, brief. But neither of them moved. Rachel inhaled the scent of Kristen’s soft and floral perfume. Her body molded into Kristen’s without thinking. Their arms lingered, reluctant to let go.Later, Rachel stood by the window, watching Kristen walk away, her heart still fluttering.In the following weeks, their friendship bloomed. Kristen came over more often, always with something to share: new coffee beans, an art book, stories from her time abroad. They went for walks, lingered in coffee shops, and texted late into the night.Rachel tried to convince herself it was just friendship, but it felt like more. Every time Kristen smiled, every time her fingers brushed Rachel’s arm or tucked a strand of hair behind Rachel’s ear, it was a slow burn she couldn’t ignore. The loneliness Rachel had
Rachel is married and straight. At least, that’s what she keeps telling herself. But Kristen, her bold and sexy new neighbour, doesn’t play innocent. She watches Rachel like she owns her, talks like she knows exactly what Rachel needs. And the moment Kristen spreads her thighs, Rachel stops pretending.She wants what no man ever gave her.She craves Kristen’s pussy.••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••She had never wanted a woman before. Not until now.Rachel Vaughn had always been the devoted wife, the steady mother. Her husband, Diego, worked in finance, often away from home. Their daughters, Tessa and Lily, nine and thirteen, kept her busy, and their house, spotless. On paper, her life looked ideal. But for years now, something had been missing. There was always a dull ache and a need she never understood.Two days ago, a new neighbor moved in next door.That house had been vacant for months. Rachel and Diego had often wondered who might finally buy it. When he noticed the moving van, D
Before I could even respond, her mouth was back on me, and I was shaking in a matter of seconds. My body felt like it was being struck by electricity, every nerve ending alive with need. I wasn’t even sure I truly knew what an orgasm was until that moment. I exploded all over her fingers, and as soon as I finished, she took them out and slipped them into her mouth, sucking them clean as if savoring every drop."You taste amazing, wanna see?" she asked, her voice low and teasing, and our lips met for the first time. The contact sent a shiver straight down my spine, making my knees weak. I swear I could have come again from the simple sensation of her lips on mine. They were so soft, so insistent, and all I could think about was making her feel as good as she made me feel. I wanted to hear her moans, see her body tremble, feel her lose control under my hands. There was nothing I wanted more than to have her shaking against my fingers, completely undone.I shifted, climbing into her lap
When my mother told me she was getting remarried, I didn’t blink twice. I was eighteen and only had a few more months until I was leaving for college anyway, so her new husband and his daughter weren’t going to blow up my life.Or so I thought.Sabrina was nineteen. She was already in college. Now she was home for the summer. My mom was making us share a room until we both left for school in the fall, which meant we had from May until the end of August to become the close stepsisters our parents wished we were.It was 6:30 a.m., and my alarm had just gone off for the last day of school. I looked over and saw Sabrina still asleep in her bed. I silenced my alarm to try to keep her that way. I hated getting ready for school with her home. I always changed in the bathroom and had to be super quiet.This morning I was extra chirpy because it was my last day of senior year. All the girls dressed in their college T-shirts and the shortest shorts we could find to break dress code. It was a tr
The Black Golfer And His White Slút (6)His cock was hard as hell again as his fingers moved in and out of my gaping pussy. I smiled as he seemed hypnotized, watching his fingers fuck me. I spread my thighs wider and lifted them slightly, giving him full access. I said, "Now with your other hand, spread the upper part of my pussy lips. That’s it. See that little, round, red lump facing you? Take your thumb on your other hand and very gently touch it while you keep fingering me."He moved his other hand, and as his fingers pumped into my pussy, his thumb slowly came into contact with my clit. I arched my back, lifted my hips off the bed, and moaned loudly, "OH YES! Oh yes, Simon! That’s very good, baby! Very good! Now use your index and middle finger and rub gently against the sides of my clit."I showed him with my fingers exactly how I wanted it done. He understood immediately and while continuing to pump my pussy with two fingers, he stroked both sides of my clit and hood. I arched







