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Blonde wedding (1)

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last update Zuletzt aktualisiert: 31.01.2026 14:59:44

I stood in my open apartment/office hybrid, overlooking the bustling street outside through the rain streaking the window pane. My apartment wasn't quite downtown, but there were still plenty of morning commuters and go-getters out.

It was a typical Tuesday. Dreary, but that was to be expected in Seattle. And likely rather calm. I had some computer work to get done, but not another shoot for two days. Then my schedule was jam-packed, so I was more than content to spend a few minutes lolly-gaggi
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  • Steamy Dreams (Erotica Collections)   Gardener (2)

    He needn't have worried; Sylvia was not prepared to settle for just one orgasm, outstanding though it had been. She opened her eyes and smiled at the man above her. "That was great, Mike, the best I've had for a long time. I hope you don't have to go back to work right away, do you?""No, Ma'am.""Good."Sylvia started sliding toward the side of the bed where she had left the other condom. It was obvious to Mike that she wanted to do more, so he carefully pulled his cock from the dripping hole that had been so hospitable, and lay on his back. With the new condom in her hand, the woman knelt by his side and carefully rolled off the used one. Noting that not too much softening had occurred, Sylvia leaned over, held Mike's cock in her soft hand and licked the semen from the head, followed by enveloping almost the entire shaft in her mouth.She did that for three reasons. She really liked the feel of a big dick filling her mouth the way Mike's had before, and she stroked it several times

  • Steamy Dreams (Erotica Collections)   Gardener (1)

    At forty years old, Sylvia Price was feeling stronger sexual urges than she had ever felt in her life. Unfortunately for her, her sixty year old husband, Jack, was either unwilling or unable to do anything about alleviating them, having only two interests in life -- making money and spending it to maintain the house and, especially, the garden. He was really good at the former, and the childless couple had more money than they could ever need. To accomplish the latter, he used some of that money to hire the best people he could, which included the new man who had started work in the garden that morning.People came in every day to do the housework and cooking and everything else about the house, so Sylvia had nothing much to do but gossip on the phone, watch soap operas and read stories on Literotica. While doing that last thing, she usually played with her clit and used a dildo, even though she was well aware the real thing was vastly better. On some days her favorite toy, even while

  • Steamy Dreams (Erotica Collections)   Gagged and still want more (5)

    I obeyed...until I glanced up and saw his half-lidded eyes watchin me. My hand stilled. There was somethin invitin about that look. As if he were sendin me a secret message that only I could interpret, and he was just waitin for me to figure it out.He licked his lips. When I mirrored im, he let out a growl. I licked my lips again, slower this time, and his cock jumped in my hand. I was gettin the picture...I think."Do ye want to kiss it, Laila?" His voice sounded strangled. I noticed his fingers were grippin the armrests, and his knuckles were white.I gulped. Did I?"Ye'll like it." He reached out and cupped my chin. His thumb rubbed over my lips until they parted with a sigh. He gently pressed the digit against my lower lip and over my teeth.I flicked my tongue at his thumb, and we both moaned. My eyes darted down to stare at his erection that swayed slightly in my loose hold. I closed my lips, suckin as he slowly slid his thumb in and out of my mouth. The movement made my knees

  • Steamy Dreams (Erotica Collections)   Gagged and still want more (4)

    He shifted over me, his cock slowly penetratin my quim.I cried out again, this time clawin at his arms, realizin what he was doin. He grasped my wrists and held em to the bed.Through my whimpers, I heard im say, "Shh, Laila. Relax. Be a good lass, and it wun hurt."He began to stroke in and out of me. It didna hurt. It felt amazinly good. Especially that little nub on the crown that rubbed against my entrance each time he withdrew and then sheathed imself again.Yit I had not asked fer im to do this to me. I had not asked fer any of this to happen to me. All of my energy seeped away, and I lay limp beneath im, hot tears rollin down my cheeks.His moans started low and then increased with the speed of his thrusts. I tried not to look at im hoverin over me. So strong and powerful.Had Kenley or Magge lain in this same spot? Had they enjoyed this...this... I couldna even think of the proper word to describe it. Twas almost torture. Very sweet torture, although unwarranted.A sudden tho

  • Steamy Dreams (Erotica Collections)   Gagged and still want more (3)

    Tears filled my eyes as images rushed into my head of the lasses in my cell. The lasses in all of those cells. The slappin and gruntin that had accompanied the torture enacted upon em before they were sold to strangers.My fingers curled into fists at my sides. I refused to give into my curiosity and turn toward im. Afraid of what he would say, but more afraid of what I would see. There was no one else in the room but the two of us as far as I could tell. If he wasna havin sexual relations with another woman...My eyes popped open as I sucked in my breath, starin into the flames. Did men really find pleasure alone? But he wasna really alone. I was standin there, too. Is that why he needed me? What exactly had Kenley's job been?I could imagine what he saw now: a young lass in a tight-bodied, pleated dress against the backdrop of firelight, er long auburn hair pulled back into a plait sans cap.Could he see how my breasts and waist were defined? As plain as I imagined myself to be, in

  • Steamy Dreams (Erotica Collections)   Gagged and still want more (2)

    Over and over again, the strangers investigated the cells, the sounds echoin down to where I held what little breath I had left. Wet tears spilled down my cheeks. I was unsure if I wanted em to find me or not. I lay still, watchin the door and waitin fer the inevitable, certain that they would kill me when they did find me. What else would barbarians do?"And the last one?"The door rattled. "Ha! Tis locked. Do ye still have those keys ye found by the stairway?""Aye. Ready yer sword just in case. Tis been good knowin ye if this is our end."A key turned in the lock, there was a moment of silence, and then the door flung open. Two burly men raced into the room yellin, "Fer Lord Bryce!," their swords raised high. I closed my eyes and prayed my end would be swift. I heard their boots scufflin as they stumbled to a stop, their gasps loud in the otherwise silent room.I felt the heat of their bodies as they crouched down."Is she alive?" one man whispered, his voice shaky.He sounded more

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