Mag-log inHe spun me around in one swift, brutal motion. My chest slammed against the hot metal of the truck bonnet. The sun had baked the paint all afternoon, and the heat seared straight through my palms, sharp and unforgiving. My skirt remained bunched uselessly at my waist, ass completely bare to the empty road stretching out behind us. A faint breeze whispered over my slick skin, cooling the wetness already coating my inner thighs. I panted hard, still trembling from the aftershocks of that first violent orgasm against the door. Legs shaky, knees weak, juices trickling down in slow, sticky trails.He didn’t give me time to catch my breath. No teasing, no gentle touches, no slow buildup—just raw, impatient need. Rough hands gripped my hips and yanked them back toward him, spreading me wider. His cock pressed blunt and insistent against my entrance—thick, rock-hard, still glistening from my mouth earlier. Then one single, merciless thrust. He drove in deep, no warning, no pause. The stretch
The truck lurched violently, metal groaning as a sharp bang exploded from underneath. One tire blew first, then the second—rubber shredding against the scorching asphalt in a vicious hiss. The whole rig shuddered and swerved hard to the right. The driver cursed through clenched teeth, thick arms flexing as he wrestled the wheel, fighting to keep us from flipping. Gravel crunched under the rims when he finally muscled the truck onto the shoulder. Dust billowed up in a choking red cloud, swirling around the cab before settling in the merciless midday heat. Middle of nowhere. No other vehicles in sight, no houses, no shade—just endless dry scrub, cracked earth, and a sky so bright it hurt to look at.I was riding shotgun, my skirt already hiked high from hours of sitting. My thighs stuck to the cracked vinyl seat, skin damp with sweat that had nowhere to go. The air conditioner had died somewhere back in the last state line, leaving the cab thick and stifling. A slow trickle of perspirat
Ride For Me, Naughty Girl (2)Before mounting him, I paused to admire how hard his dick was and, more importantly, how big it was. I gave it a quick kiss and lick, but that wasn’t enough.I couldn’t resist. Without further introduction between my mouth and his dick, I gobbled him to the base.He was deep in the back of my throat and getting harder by the second. I slowly slid my mouth up to the head, swirled my tongue around the ridge before releasing it, and grabbed it with my hand to stroke it a few times.The expression on René’s face was priceless. His eyes were wide with amazement and awe.He said nothing and just looked at me as I worked him with both hands. I put his head in my mouth one more time, sucking on it and getting it nice and wet, and still he didn’t break his gaze.I climbed onto his dick slowly, looking to see if René’s expression would finally change. He dropped his head to the bed and then looked at me again with a big smile.“You are so not what I expected,” René
I don’t know when he snuck into my room, but I awoke to find René massaging my throbbing clit and sucking on my neck.Mmmm. I pushed my ass up against his dick, which was hard as granite.“When did he sneak into my room? How long had he been here? Did he see me in the mirror?” I wondered silently.My mind swirled with questions. I wasn’t sure if I was dizzy from him poking my throbbing pussy while rubbing my clit or if it was the confusion of trying to figure out how a man who wouldn’t look at me, let alone talk to me, was now in my bed.“For as long as I’ve been in the States, I’ve tried hard not to touch you, but then I saw your door open, and when I peeked in and saw you playing with yourself, I couldn’t hold back anymore,” René whispered in my ear, as if he had heard the questions I had just asked myself.I guided his hand so that he had two fingers inside me. He pumped, and I pumped back.He went faster, and I kept pace. The rhythm was getting frantic.“Ahhh! I’m about to cum,” I
My Greedy Little Secret (2)I couldn’t stay restrained any longer. I pulled her to her feet and into my body so I could kiss her.I don’t know if she planned it, or if it was an accident born of how much my body wanted her, but as I pulled her toward me, my cock slipped between her thighs. She felt it too and immediately closed her legs around me in the most aggressive power grab, and I swear to Christ, I almost ejaculated down the back of her thighs right there and then.I spun us around again and pushed her against the car, my lips never leaving hers as I positioned her exactly how I wanted her. I fondled her nipple and let my hand drift commandingly down to her cunt.She knew what was to come, so she lifted her leg onto the bonnet of the car while I put gentle pressure on her clit with my fingertips. I let her kiss me a few more times before moving my lips to her throat, her chest, and her stomach, before my mouth joined my hand at her pussy.My tongue circled her clit, and my fing
I want to tell you a story.I feel nervous about it. It’s intimate and revealing and those are always hard to share, but I want to share it with you because I think that maybe you would enjoy it. I think that maybe this story will help you learn something about me and then you could tell me a story and I can learn about you.It was years ago when I was a much younger man. Some think that with age, men grow sexier and more confident. That scars bring wisdom and trauma brings perspective and there are times when I believe that may be true—but when I think of this story, and of the younger me, I remember a fit and hungry young man who didn’t know well enough to flinch. He was so open with his feelings and every plan he made had a short life span and he wore no worries around his neck.Part of why I’m nervous to tell you is that I’m worried that you will hear about the younger me and want him more. It stands to reason that if I would rather be him then you would rather have him. Back then
The Secret Orgy (4)Bob was having a hard time too, literally. His cóck strained against the tight confines of his underwear and trousers.“I did not expect this,” he thought, his jaw tight. With all his earlier suspicions about the party, nothing had prepared him for what was happening.He felt Be
Dorian eats pússy like a man possessed. I have never seen anything like it.It is like a junkie who has not had a fix in weeks. He dives in like he is never going to get another taste.Fire alarms could go off and he would not even flinch. When he locks onto me, there is no stopping him.I have nev
CHAPTER 2: ON THE COUNTER. Mr Eric’s Pov: I watched her pick a strawberry from the bowl, her ebony skin glistening in the light. She took one into her mouth and brought it out, the berry dropping with her saliva, then with her eyes on the camera, she pushed it slowly into her cùnt, until I couldn
My Coworker Made me wet (2)When we left the diner, we hugged goodbye and promised to keep in touch on a social level. Wren gave me a quick peck on the cheek, which surprised me more than I expected.I told myself she was just being friendly, but over the last hour my body had been screaming otherw







