MasukI spit on her asshole, then on her cheeks, and smeared my saliva all over her.
And then she came for me long and loud, soaking my hand as she gushed for me. Her pussy juices sprayed out of her, and I opened my mouth, drinking it all down. “That’s my pretty girl.” I smoothed my hand over her ass, then along her smooth pussy, smearing her pussy cream and my saliva all over her bare skin. With one more lick to her anus, I rose and notched my cockhead to heI fell in love with my father. I know it sounds wrong, and I would never tell anyone that I feel this way, not that I have anyone to tell. But it’s not that wrong because he’s not my real Daddy. He married my mama when I was six years old because my real father died fighting in the Great War. And my step father wanted nothing more than a family to take care of. I suppose I’m lucky he stepped up to the responsibility. He’s a good man when it comes down to it. Even if he does touch himself in the night and make my heat flesh and make me throb between my legs. I also notice that when I’m halfway between my cycles every month I get particularly hot and bothered. Daddy tends to touch me more, and he stands a little closer while looking over my shoulder at what I’m cooking for supper. Last night, he was touching himself for a long time. His grunts of pleasure seemed to go for hours, and I found myself getting wet b
Jessica sits back down after three short sessions in the office bathroom.She sniffs her fingers, and could still vaguely smell the scent of her arousal on her fingers. “Having fun, Jessica?” Mr Ryan asks, interrupting her thoughts. Jessica jumped, embarrassed at having been caught. Her mind flashes back to the grin he placed on his face through the screen earlier."Oh, Sir. I...uh..did not hear you come in. I hope your lunch with Miss Alice went great" He still looked so good, too good, she could fucking eat him up. Fuck!! This wasn't a crush anymore. It was an obsession. Mr Ryan did not respond, just leans on her computer desk and stares down at her like she had done something wrong. He knew she had watched him, he knew and he was probably here to punish her. Would he sack her? How would she explain her way out of this issue? She realized from his casual stance he’d been watching her for a while. “I uh... Um... I don't know
Turning her head back to the screen, Jessica took in the sight of Miss Alice’s reddening buttocks while she pulled her own skirt up past her thighs. She pressed her hand against the damp cotton of her panties, finding the pressure her clit needed. Mr Ryan was once again stroking the woman’s butt, occasionally dipping a finger between her thighs. Every time he did, she pushed back against him. But then he’d pull away, moving his hand upward. After a minute or so, his palm slammed down on Miss Alice’s ass again. A whimper escaped Jessica's lips. She could almost feel the sting of the slap shooting through her veins, quickly becoming pleasure. She slipped her hand inside her underwear and began to rub fiercely. “You’ve been a very bad girl, Alice,” Mr Ryan was saying as he continued to alternate between slapping and stroking the woman’s butt. “Let me hear you say it.” Ms Alice tried to say something but her voice caught on a sob of pleasure
With her hands rapped around a steaming cup of coffee, Jessica didn’t notice the arrival of her boss until it was too late. “Good morning, Jessica” At the sound of Mr Ryan's deep, faintly-amused tone, Jessica jumped in her chair and promptly spilled coffee over the third sex scene of the book. Shit.“Uh, good morning, sir.” She fumbled under her desk for some tissues while her face heated to the colour of a tomato. “Is there something you’d like me to do?” He raised his eyes from the puddle on her desk to her face, forcing her to meet his eyes. She swallowed, unable to stop herself from squeezing her thighs together. “No.” His lips quirked in the sexiest grin she’d ever seen. “I’ll let you know if there’s anything I need you for.” “Okay sir.” Her voice squeaked and she blushed harder. Did she have to be so bloody obvious? “I’ll be here waiting.” “Good girl.” With his briefcase at his side, Mr Ryan walked toward his office. His lo
I knew there was a reason I was drawn to Andrew because, what the actuall fuck!!? I had never felt so thoroughly fucked in my life. My hips felt like it had been run through by a bus, but I would not have it any other way. His broad chest glistened with sweat, or water, I could not fully tell. His arm muscles flexed, I could clearly see the veins underneath his arms as he grabbed on to me, giving everything as he thrust into me with full intentions. He didn't look close to coming at all like he was holding out as long as he could, making sure it lasts as long as he possibly could make it. Meanwhile, I reached down and began to rub my clit as he pumped into me, hoping for another orgasm. My legs were bent and my knees were up around my head. How we got to that position, I do not really remember.He held my feet in his hands and each time he thrust, he pushed forward into me with such force, I knew for sure that I would bruise later. As I grew hotter,
I knew that my pussy would be dripping wet with my juices because it turned me on to give a blow job and especially to be praised while doing it. His breathing was very rapid and he pulled my head away. I looked up at him and he helped me to stand, I had become wobbly on my feet, especially because we were in a pool. He led me over to the side of the pool and lifted me up to sit on the edge with my legs dangling in the water in front of him. His eyes were hooded with satisfaction and need at the same time as he stared up at me. Andrew didn't say a word as he spread my legs and I leaned back in anticipation, but he pulled me forward, unstrapped the ropes of my swim suit bra, letting it drop to the side and then took one of my nipples in his mouth. His tongue began teasing me as I had done him. And then he began sucking softly, my hand found the back of his head and pulled him closer. He groaned and sucked harder. He kissed that nipple then licking be
Sarah’s fingers gripped the edge of the desk tighter, her breasts pressed flat against the scattered papers, nipples hard against the cool ink. Mark’s mouth was relentless between her thighs—tongue dragging slowly through her soaked folds, sucking noisily on her dripping pussy like he couldn’t get e
Sarah's phone buzzed softly on the nightstand. It was probably a reply from Mark. She didn’t reach for it. Instead she stayed there, breathing slow, pussy still tender and wet, caught between the anger and the unwanted heat the memory had stirred up all over again. Sarah lay there for another long
Sarah was so fucking horny...She was literally dripping into her already soaking panties. She slammed the front door shut and kicked off her heels, the sound sharp in the quiet house. Her skin felt too fucking tight with need pooling between her legs. She’d been wet for hours, the ache building t
Sarah pulled into the parking lot outside Barrister Mark Thompson’s office building at 6:54 PM, her hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles paled. Her heart hammered against her ribs. She checked her reflection in the rearview mirror—cheeks flushed deep pink, pupils blown wide, lip







