LOGINDirk held up his surging erection like an iron spike as she straddled him. Throwing a shapely leg over his spread-eagled body, she dug her high-heeled shoe into the soft upholstery. Her pussy dripped freely over his straining member, yawning open, hungry to take it all in.“Yeah, baby.” He grinned, looking up at her flushed, lovely face. “Take your step-brother out on the prairie… and ride his balls dry.”“Hell yeah, Dirk.” She moaned, grabbing his tool and guiding it into her pussy. “I’m going to ride this rodeo till the cows come home.”She pressed her palms over his slab-like pecs and braced herself. His cock lodged comfortably inside her, filling her completely. The thickness sent shivers of ecstasy through her as she slowly moved up and down. She quickly increased her tempo and was soon bouncing on top of him, hard and fast. The entire length of his organ slid in and out of her, driving her crazy and flooding her mind with vivid sensations.“Come on, Liz…” Dirk called out to the
“What… I…” The little virgin stammered, her wide eyes darting from one to the other. “But you’re family…”“And not related genetically,” Dirk winked at her slyly.“Yeah, and it isn’t a sin for a man and woman to enjoy what each other can offer.” Mia kissed his cheek, running her pink tongue along his clean-shaven jaw.“Come on, Liz.” Dirk called out to her with a wink. “Let’s make this worth our billable time.”“Well, okay…” The lovely virgin blushed and walked up to the step-siblings as they felt each other up.Mia unbuttoned her blue silk blouse and let it slide off her smooth shoulders. She wasn’t in the habit of wearing anything underneath. Her soft, full breasts fell free; they were rounder and heavier than Liz’s, with dark pink nipples standing out, begging for attention. Dirk’s eager hands dove straight for them, cupping and caressing the soft globes with passion. He leaned over and kissed his step-sister’s neck, sucking on the tender skin and leaving little love marks.Mia moa
They stepped into an office of more normal proportions. Two large couches stretched along the walls. A very wide redwood desk dominated the center, and a large black leather armchair tilted invitingly toward them.“I love the whole Spartan feel,” she said hesitantly.“Yeah, me too.” He nodded. “Why clutter up the place with stuff you don’t need? Come, let’s go over the things you’ll need… working here as our resident brain.”“Oh, that sounds intimidating.” Liz felt a sudden chill.“Ah, nonsense. It’s mostly fun.” He assured her with a smile that nearly made her swoon. “And I must say, Liz, for a brain, you’re sure packing a bodacious body.”“I beg your…” She almost choked.“No need to beg,” he grinned. “You can earn it all here.”“I don’t think I understand, Dirk.” She frowned.“Then let me show you.” He smiled. “Look all around you. What do you see?”“Uh… I… I’m not too…” She looked genuinely bewildered.“Ding! Time’s up.” He laughed. “Big. Everything is big. Think big and you can ge
“Dizzy Lizzy!” the redhead exclaimed, throwing her arms around the smaller woman.“Mia, it’s been so long.” The brunette’s dark eyes shone brightly. “I missed you.”“Yeah, me too… three years is really long enough.” Mia Swansea nodded, taking hold of one of her friend’s travel bags. “How was the flight?”“It was okay.” Lizandra Mazarich smiled, adjusting her round-frame spectacles on her soft, lovely face.Best friends since high school, the two of them couldn’t have been more different. Mia was the sporty, outdoorsy type—tall, athletic, sexy, and dynamic. Her long red hair and emerald-green eyes made her stand out everywhere she went. With a body built to fuel most men’s wildest midnight fantasies, Mia Swansea had her share of prime-grade experiences to boast about.Liz, on the other hand, was the little rocket scientist, perfectly content in her studious world of books, gadgets, and deep-space fantasies. She was the smaller woman, standing about five feet three, slim and lithe, with
“So, what do you think?” Allen’s voice was low, his eyes flicking between Britta and Helen as he leaned back in his chair. A sly grin tugged at the corner of his lips. The dim light of the bar cast shadows across his face, making his expression unreadable.Britta glanced at Helen. Her best friend’s cheeks were flushed with a mix of alcohol and something else—something that made Britta’s stomach twist with nervous excitement. They’d been flirting with Allen all night, the three of them caught in a playful, electric tension that neither woman had expected when they first walked into the bar hours earlier.“I think…” Britta started, her voice trailing off as she hesitated. She wasn’t sure what to say. She’d never been in a situation like this before. Allen was handsome, charming, and undeniably attracted to both of them. But which one did he want to take home? That was the question lingering in her mind.Helen broke the silence, her voice steady despite the slight slur from the drinks. “
“Do you like what you see?” Mr. Blackwell’s low, velvety voice wrapped around Kensie like warm silk, startling her out of her dazed trance.She whipped around so fast she nearly lost her balance, her cheeks burning bright red as the vibrator she’d been holding slipped from her fingers and clattered loudly onto the hardwood floor. The sound echoed through the otherwise silent master bedroom like an accusation.“Mr. Blackwell! I—I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to—” Kensie stammered, her voice shaky and barely above a whisper. Her heart hammered wildly in her chest as embarrassment flooded through her.He leaned casually against the doorframe, one eyebrow raised and a knowing smirk playing on his lips. His tailored suit hugged his broad shoulders and athletic frame perfectly, while his dark, piercing eyes bored into hers with an intensity that made her knees feel weak. “No need to apologize, Kensie. Curiosity isn’t a crime,” he said smoothly, his tone rich with amusement.She swallowed hard,
It couldn’t be. I studied the cover more closely. It absolutely, definitely was him. Those eyes, high cheekbones, broad shoulders. OK, I’d seen him fully clothed and on the cover of His Best Performance he wore only a pair of swimming trunks – tiny, tight, yellow – but I recognised him beyond doubt.
I glanced up from my crossword puzzle as the bell above the shop door tinkled. A man, broad shoulders, bright white smile and wearing black wraparound shades, strode into the warren of dusty shelves and cabinets. He moved with purpose, the material of his jeans hugging the tops of his long thighs an
She was watching him towel off, fresh out of a hot shower. Marie’s eyes travelled the length of his white body, taking in his curly pale hair, blue eyes, thin pink lips. She always lingered on her favourite parts of him, his thick, firm fingers, his long, curved cock. Then Gavin’s eyes began to li
So, maybe the car was gone. Maybe she had spent the money on some outrageous thing. Maybe he’d one day know what it was and maybe he wouldn’t. But for now, Gavin thought, fuck the car, and fuck the walk. Gavin was going to fuck his wife in this old-fashioned swing that hung from this big oak tree







