MasukEmily makes soft moaning almost whimpering sounds as I start to pull back out of her once again leaving just the head inside her. I think about taking one of my hands from underneath her to play with the nipple that my mouth isn’t attached to but I decide against it out of fear of dropping her down on my cock and hurting her. I don’t stop teasing her nipples with my mouth as I again push inside her noticing that it is easier this time like she is starting to get used to my size making me think that soon I'll be able to fuck her properly which I so desperately want to do now.“Go faster.” Emily groans softly taking me by surprise and making me pause with my cock buried deep inside her.“Are you sure?” I ask as I remove my mouth from her breast, I was certain that I was going to be the one asking to speed up so I can’t help the disbelief in my tone.Emily nods her head slowly but clearly letting me know that she is sure about it, I’m that surprised and in awe of her that I lunge forward
I don’t know how to respond to her kiss, if I should push her away or open my mouth and let her tongue that I can feel flick over my lips enter my mouth. My mind is screaming at me to push her away and get myself out of this situation as quickly as I can but my body seems to rebel against my mind and my lips open accepting Emily’s tongue into my mouth. Kissing Emily is strange because I would never think about kissing someone her age like this and I know it should feel wrong and while it does feel wrong it also feels good, in an eating the forbidden fruit kind of way.“I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist me, no guy can if I really want them.” She informs me while she starts to grind her pussy against my cock as her words make me completely re-evaluate this girl I have known since the day she was born.“I bet you’re trying to guess how many guys I’ve fucked.” She whispers in my ear, her voice becomes even more husky with arousal as she adds, “Why don’t we add you to that list?” “No
Tom has been my best friend since high school and we even stayed best friends after he got married and had a kid, it was through Tom’s wife, Sarah, that I met my own wife, Amy. We have stayed that close over the years that we even go on holiday together as families with me and Amy joining Tom, Sarah, and their daughter Emily, this year we had gone to Spain together. Emily is eighteen and has started developing a banging body, with perfect curves around her.The holiday had been going very well so far and we have enjoyed the week we have already spent here exploring and doing all the things you would expect from tourists and then at night retreating to the two side by side cabins we had rented. Tonight though Amy and myself had decided to stay out a bit later and have a few drinks, all night Amy had teased me, whispering into my ear the things she wanted me to do to her later so by the time we had left the bar I was about ready to tear her clothes off and fuck her in front of everyone
It started with a look, not the subtle kind of look. No, this one was deliberate, a slow, downward drag of his eyes, starting at my face and lingering too long where my tank top dipped low. I knew it when I bent over to pick up their toddler’s toy that had rolled under the couch. I hadn’t worn a bra on purpose. The heat was my excuse, but I wanted him to notice. I really needed him to. Mr. Blackwood, Aaron, was always too polite for his own good. His wife, Genevieve, was even more so. Gorgeous and poised, the kind of woman who made other women feel plain without even trying. Yet every time I came over to babysit, I caught them both watching me. Differently and sometimes even, separately. I was twenty-two, in college, and they paid well. Too well even. It had crossed my mind before, whether they were paying for more than just babysitting. Not directly, of course. But the subtle way she touched my arm when handing me cash, how he lingered at the door pretending to forget his keys, h
“Layla, are you okay?” I hate when someone asks me that question. I really do. Especially when I’m trying so hard to fake that everything is fine. But at 22, I have learned that pretending to be okay doesn’t stop the ache. My ex-boyfriend, after seven years, had left me for someone nearly twice our age. A woman who wore her midlife crisis like perfume and still managed to take him from me. Just thinking about it made my chest sting a lot. So, I did what any emotionally wounded girl would do in the privacy of the bowling alley bathroom, I stared at my reflection, inspecting myself like I might discover something broken. But all I saw was… me. Tight red shorts hugging my hips, a white T-shirt hugging a braless chest, and a body I had once felt confident in, my lips curved bitterly. “He is a complete idiot,” I muttered, wiping the corners of my eyes. I adjusted my shirt and returned to the front counter, pretending to care about the magazine I wasn’t even reading. Then came Si
The tiny package of sexual energy was now naked and she pushed me into a chair in the corner and took off my boots and woolen socks. She then slowly did a graceful handstand and ended up in the splits, I think to let me know she was not out of shape, fat mom, but a hot, vital passionate, and curvy 30-something woman who knew how to please a sex partner!She sat at the edge of the enormous king-size bed, her chubby legs slightly spread, revealing a neatly-trimmed dark black bush that perfectly matched her thick head of hair. She smiled thinly and said a little shakily, “You want some?” pointing down at her pussy, seeming to realize what was about to happen. Getting more confident and thinking I might blow this, I said, “Yes, I’d love to make love to the most beautiful woman to ever take her clothes off in front of me,” remembering the advice my dad had given me years before, about always telling a woman how beautiful they are, all the time.She said, “You are such a bull-shitter—just l







