"Do you think you can help me with something, Stan?"
Stan looked up from his desk to see his roommate and best friend Rose standing by his door. His eyes doubled when he noticed her outfit. He had never seen Rose in anything but long dresses.
Not until now.
The dress was so tiny, barely hiding her rather impressive boobs and hanging just below her ass.
"H-Help you with what?" Stan muttered with apprehension. He and Rose were best friends who had practically grown up together. Their parents were close and they had always spent a great deal of time together.
Stanley had never thought of Rose as more than a good friend. She was shy and sweet and always had his back whenever he was out clubbing or doing something much more basic. They had moved from their hometown together to attend college together.
Ros
Henry moved to his bed, a wild plan forming in his head. Petunia had just shown that she wanted him or at least knew that he was there and hadn't been bothered. He didn't think she knew who he was but it wouldn't take a while to find out.What now?He could storm over there, break into her walls like in all his fantasies, and make every wild dream of his come true. He spent the night thinking about it the same way Petunia spent her night dreaming about the man at the window, stroking himself.Her body twisted, and her hand gripped the headboard; she imagined him pounding into her from behind, dragging her hair in messy handfuls, drowning her in his scent. She imagined him whispering filthy promises into her ear, holding nothing back.Henry pictured it too—Petunia’s legs wrapped around his waist, her breath hot on his neck as she begge
Henry leaned against the window, sighing lustily as he watched his little Petunia undress. He swallowed when her dress slid down her body, over the sweet curve of her hips and down to her legs.Her house was a few meters away from his condo. He could see her through his window and her floor to ceiling windows as well. Petunia had to be an exhibitionist of some sort. Nothing else could explain why she undressed freely without pulling the blinds and Henry wasn't complaining.He had developed a routine over the past week since he moved in so he could have free access to her. He would come back from work, wait for Petunia to step into her bedroom for the night and watch as she took her dress off while jerking off like a mad man. It wasn't a solid or decent plan, but Henry had never sworn to be decent.A low hiss slipped from him when she bent over. He couldn't see her bare na
“Drey, the lawn still isn't finished? You owe me twenty bucks buddy!”It was Andrew! Drey whipped his fingers out of Emma's pussy making her give a soft cry of protest. Her pussy ached so bad from the loss of the thick fingers that had been buried in her and the fact that she had been so close to cumming all over her Drey's roommate. She barely had time to straighten when Andrew walked into the kitchen.“Dude … Emma? You're here early,” Andrew grinned, rushing towards his sister to hug her. Drey used the opportunity to hightail out of the room. He had a boner to hide.Andrew might be oblivious to the scent of Emma's sweet pussy that hung deliciously in the air, but there was no way he would miss out on Drey's cock begging for a fuck.He raced off to his room, licking and lapping Emma's juices off his hands, fighting the urge t
"Uhm Andrew, there isn't a lawn mower in the garage and... Sweet fucking Christ, who the hell are you?"The first image Drey saw when he walked into his best friend's apartment was a cute petite girl bent over in his fridge, raiding the bottom shelf. She wore a t-shirt that barely covered her ass, and what a nightly fine ass it was. Drey gripped the door handle tightly, watching with regret as the girl jumped in fear. The t-shirt fell and covered her pert ass from his view. When she turned around, he felt his dick come alive in his pants.Holy smokes. She was hot. Her tits were free beneath the flimsy shirt. Full and perky boobs jiggled and bounced vigorously along with her entire body movement."I... Uhm, I'm sorry?" She gasped, face red and flustered. Drey wasn't sure he had ever seen anything more a
Claire's POVEnrique's balls slapped against my jaw as he pushed deeper, making me take all of him. My throat was sore. I had never felt anything like it and I loved it.His hips jerked uncontrollably, and then he went still, burying my face in his thighs and spurting his load down my throat. I closed my eyes, gasping as hot cum filled my mouth."Swallow every single drop," He instructed, his intense gaze trailing a burning path on my skin, pulling his dick out of my mouth. It slipped out with a pop, bits of cum hanging off the shaft. I struggled to swallow his cum. Some spilled down the corner of my mouth and he caught them with his dick, holding it out for me expectantly."Clean it up,"He stood, watching me wrap my hands around his hot slippery shaft. I pressed my tongue against it, the salty t
Enrique's POVShe had lips that could kill a man. I watched Claire wrap her pretty pink lips around the toy as I I held it in place this time, refusing to fuck her mouth with it.If she wanted it, she would take it herself and she did. She moved her head, swallowing more inches of the cock, gulping it down until her lips brushed my fingers which held the handle.My cock pushed against my boxers, the top throbbing so bad. I would love to replace that dildo with my dick, make her taste one for the first time no doubt. That didn't seem like a bad idea. She wanted to learn about pleasure, didn't she? Giving pleasure can be pleasurable.Her pretty blue eyes stared at me when she did, unsure of what to do next. I was utterly corrupting an innocent woman and I enjoyed it—perhaps a little too much. Her tits jiggled when she shook h
Claire's POVMy entire body spasmed as the orgasm ripped through me, over and over. My tutor did not stop eating my cunt out or pounding my poor pussy with his fingers, even as I came. My juices gushed all over his hands, squirting on the sofa and around."Oh God!" I shuddered, arching my back, hips bucking while his tongue replaced his fingers in my cunt, stroking against my walls and bringing another orgasm.Enrique chuckled. It sounded so faint because I was screaming my lungs out. My hand gripped his hair, gasping and grunting as he fucked me through it. "Enrique! Oh please... Please,"I had no idea what I was begging for. My legs felt weak, my pussy throbbing harder than ever and my entire body at the mercy of the man who currently grinned up at me. "Do you see that, Claire?" He asked, pressing a ki
Claire’s POV“How long will the session last?” I asked the tall, sexy, six foot male, standing at my door. A blush crimsoned my face, not just because he was a very good looking man but because of why he was here.“Until the lesson is learnt,” Enrique Momon, as he had called himself on the website, replied with a grin. I swallowed when I saw the way his biceps flexed when he folded his arms. He looked around before arching a brow. “I am all for teaching you, outside, Claire. If that is your thing.”“W-What? N-No,” I flushed, aware that he had only been teasing, yet unable to help myself. What on earth was I doing? I had asked myself that question two days ago, when I signed up on the Erotic Tutor website.The thought of an absolute stranger helping me be less frigid– as my ex had so graciously put it– was terrifying
Lincoln let out a low hiss when his foster sister's touch became firmer. Her dainty hands grabbed his cock through his pants, fondling and squeezing. He closed his eyes, groaning when she gripped him and began moving her hands up and down his shaft. "Is this for me?" Layla whispered, feeling much bolder when Lincoln hadn't pushed her away or told her to stop. His eyes were closed and there was a pleasurable look on his face as she played with his cock. She could hardly believe this was real.Layla wasn't ready to let this opportunity go. It was probably the beer and all the sexual tension in the air, but tonight seemed like the only night she could make all her fantasies about her foster brother come true. She leaned closer to Lincoln, brushing her lips over his cheeks, close to the corner of his mouth, and asked again."Are you hard for me, Lincoln?" She applied a bit more pr