Semua Bab Night Stands : Bab 61 - Bab 70

When they'd been in the car, she'd had her hair up in a ponytail—now it was down, her lustrous blonde locks falling attractively down to her shoulder blades, the honey-blonde tresses framing her pretty face enchantingly. Her blue eyes shone as she turned back towards him, a playful smile turning up the corners of her wide full mouth."Already for bed, sweetie?" Peri asked as she gave him a naughty wink, coming around the bed and getting in next to him."Yes. You look nice." Spencer reply was intentionally subdued, trying to keep his arousal in check from his mother-in-law. He was barely able to take his eyes off his gorgeous wife, wishing his mother-in-law was anywhere else but here."Don't you think Mom looks nice too?""Oh Peri, Spencer doesn't need to worry himself about an old woman like me," Carole said, self-consciously crossing the room quickly and slipping into the other bed, pulling the covers up over her scantily-clad body.Spencer had automatically turned towards his mother

It all started on what seemed like an ordinary Friday night. I had been hanging out with my friends Ralph and Dave at Dave’s place. We’d been drinking beers, just unwinding from the week. Ralph, I’d known for years—he was dependable, grounded, the kind of friend you could trust without question. Dave, on the other hand, I never knew all that well. From the first day I met him, he struck me as arrogant—sharp-edged confidence bordering on obnoxiousness. The kind of guy who thought the world owed him attention.At some point, Ralph got a call from his girlfriend and ducked out. I thought about heading home too, but I still had half a can of beer left. No sense in wasting it, I figured. I sank back on the sofa, the TV murmuring with some half-forgotten reruns, while Dave sat nearby in an armchair, swiping quickly across a tablet screen.“Hey, Mel—you didn’t tell me you went to San Diego last week,” Dave suddenly said, his thick fingers flicking across the tablet. He was bigger than me, ol

The next weekend I got a call from Ralph. He told me that Dave was at a bar nearby my house. Ralph had been planning to meet him there but couldn't because of a last minute call from his boss. I figured this would be a good opportunity to talk to Dave and set things right.I arrived at the bar and immediately spotted Dave sitting in a booth in the corner, beer in hand. I had been to this bar before. There was no table service; all drinks are ordered from the bar. So before talking to Dave, I got myself a stout of my own and then walked over and took a seat across from him. "Hey Dave, Ralph told me you were here, I just wanted to apologize for last week getting awkward," I explained."Hello Mel," Dave stated pleasantly. "I was hoping you would come around. I accept your apology. Now, you live around here, right? Let's go to your place and we can get this over with.""Get what over with?" I asked. "Wait, I am just apologizing if I embarrassed you, I am not saying I am ready to blow you

"Come on Mel, forget about the blow job, we can just jerk off together thinking about your girlfriend and it won't be no big deal," Dave explained. He took a seat down on a nearby couch and placed the photograph on the table across from it. "Come sit next to me.""Ok Dave, but I am telling you, I am not putting that dirty thing in my mouth," I explained. I sat down next to him and stared at the picture."Well, what are you waiting for?" Dave asked. "Start jerking it." Dave pulled down his jeans and boxers in one swoop. His large, hansom cock came into display once again. Dave wrapped his thick fingers around the shaft and began pumping it. "Look at Nicole in that picture, what a slut," Dave stated. "Just imagine if she had been sucking MY big dick. She would have been a really big slut. There would have been a lot more cum."I once again was mesmerized by Dave's thick cock. I diligently watched each pump. Too shy to take off my clothes, I rubbed my own cock through my pants as I watch

I’ve always been conscious about maintaining my health and staying fit. Jogging has long been my go-to activity—it clears my head and keeps me disciplined. But one particularly scorching summer, the relentless heat made running outdoors unbearable. That’s when I decided it was time to explore another option: a gym membership. The thought of working out in cool, air-conditioned comfort, while also introducing some strength training into my routine, felt like the right move.Not far from my apartment, a sleek new gym had just opened. Its pristine glass windows and modern design immediately drew me in, almost daring me to step inside. The place looked like a promise of transformation, and I wanted to be part of it. There was one catch, though—I had to commit to a six-month contract. At first, it felt like a heavy obligation, a decision that would lock me in whether I liked it or not. But I’ve always prided myself on following through with my goals, so after a moment’s hesitation, I signe