Semua Bab RAW DESIRES : 101 Hot Tales of Pleasure : Bab 61 - Bab 70

Stroke that cóck on Camera (2)Ezra gripped harder, stroking the foreskin back and forth across the head. His palm stayed tight around the shaft, forming a slick ring that slid easily up and down with the soap.I watched every second, my eyes fixed on the motion. I made mental notes, wanting to remember the angle, the grip, the length of each stroke. I could tell how good it felt for him. His lips were pursed in focus, his forearms tight with effort. His chest and shoulders were relaxed, the muscles shifting slightly as his hand moved.He turned and reached for the showerhead, pointing the water down the front of his body. The stream ran over his chest and abs, down to his cock. It looked even harder now. The head was flushed and tight, and I could almost feel the ache just from watching. He pressed himself against the cool marble wall, the contrast making him shudder. Seeing his cock pinned against the tile made my breath hitch. My fingers slipped between my legs, my body already rea

Wife Craves A Black Cóck For Her Birthday (2) Caleb sat across from Micah at the small table.They were catching up after their gym session, talking about work and family. Micah mentioned his construction projects and how he was managing everything on his own since the divorce. Caleb listened and nodded, appreciating how respectful Micah seemed toward women, though he got the impression that given the chance, Micah would really tear into some pussy.The conversation turned to Caleb’s wife. He pulled out his phone and found a picture of Marina, handing it over to Micah. Micah examined it, nodding. “She’s sweet looking. Lucky man,” he said. Caleb smiled and took back the phone, but then decided to push boundaries. He scrolled to a photo of Marina naked and having sex, showing off her amazing tits, and handed it to Micah.Micah’s eyes widened. “Damn, man,” he muttered, swiping through the photos. Caleb realized Micah was looking at pictures of Marina’s pussy and them fucking. Caleb held

Wife Craves A Black Cóck for Her Birthday (4)Shortly thereafter, there was silence, broken by movement, and then Caleb heard another sound he recognized. It was the sound Marina made when he licked her pussy. Marina encouraged him with soft words. So rewarded, Micah became more aggressive, and her sounds grew louder. Finally, she could stand it no more."Fuck me. I want to feel your cock in my cunt," she gasped.Micah moved into position, pausing only to lick her nipples. Marina felt his hard cock dragging along her legs as he positioned himself. When the head of his cock reached her pussy lips, he moved his hips, forcing it between them. His cock could feel her wetness. He pulled her legs into the air and aligned himself with her pussy. He slowly eased inside her, pausing when his ball sack pressed against her ass. He started to fuck her, each thrust ending with his soft balls slapping against her.Caleb looked down and realized he’d dropped his pants, his cock in his hand. He strok

The White Housewives' Fuck Club (2) (She called the plumbers to fix the pipes. But her pussy had other emergencies).•••••••••••••••••••••••I played with my nipple, whispering Jones’s name under my breath like he was the answer to every filthy prayer I’d ever whispered in the dark. That man had no business looking that good, especially not whenever he stood there in that tailored black suit like a fucking greek god. His skin was smooth, dark, and radiant, and that mouth of his? God, I couldn’t stop imagining it between my thighs, making me feel what Jamal hadn’t bothered to in forever.Jamal, my husband, hadn’t gone down on me since before the wedding. It was all routine now. A kiss on the cheek. Quick in, quick out. No passion. No hunger. Nothing like what I imagined Jones would give me if I spread my legs for him.I bit my bottom lip, my fingers sliding lower as I reached for the dildo. I held it in my hand and stared. It was six inches, twice the size of Jamal’s, and even that f

The White Housewives' Fuck Club.(4)“Ma'am, I need you on your knees, now” Henry repeated. For a second, I hesitated, heart pounding like a drum inside my chest. I looked up at him, searching his face. There was no threat in his expression, just a dark hunger. One that mirrored my own. I wanted this. I needed this. And they both knew it.When I didn't move fast enough, Henry stepped closer, his big hands resting firmly on my shoulders. “I know what's going on…but can we take things a bit slow?” I asked, licking my lower lip. “I want to see you on your knees, beautiful,” he murmured, pushing gently until I sank down onto the cool kitchen tiles. My knees hit the floor with a soft thud, and now I found myself eye-level with the hard bulges pressing against their jeans.Steven let out a low chuckle. “Look at you. I bet a woman like you doesn’t get this kind of attention at home.”“I have never cheated on my husband,” I whispered, even though my fingers were already twitching, aching t