Semua Bab SINFUL PLEASURES(steamiest erotica shorts): Bab 61 - Bab 70

Tessa, sunburned down the whole of her front and with revolting cum stains dried onto her face and neck, hobbled painfully from the lawn into the villa.The accompanying guard pushed open a door to reveal a large and well- appointed bathroom. She sighed with joy and looked forward to a shower, a chance to clean the offensive liquid from her face and to cool her burning skin. As she made to step into the room the henchman put a restraining arm across the doorway to block her path and grinned inanely.“Like a shower?” he asked smiling and then added. “It carries a price, white girl”Tessa looked at the cool grey marble of the bathroom floor and walls, her whole body burning hot from sunburn and she was sweating profusely. She gave a huge sigh of resignation and asked haughtily. “A feel of me I suppose is the fee?”The man’s smile broadened and he shook his head slowly. “Nope, you have to wank me.”Tessa snorted in refusal and turned to move away, but checked herself as her gaze caught th

You taste as delicious as you look, sweet little Nancy. Now, do you want to taste me?”He pulled his still erect cock out, so I could see. I realized that I did want to taste it. I hadn’t tasted a man in a long time and the thought of his cock in my mouth aroused me wildly.“Yes, let me taste it,” I said to him. He cranked a lever and lowered the exam table, then walked to the side so his cock was level with my head.“Turn your head and suck me, Nancy,” he commanded.I did what he asked and turned my head, marveling at how thick his cock was. I tentatively put my lips to the tip and licked it. It tasted strong and masculine and I wanted more. I let my mouth envelope his cock, sucking it hard as I bobbed my head. It felt incredible, filling up my mouth and responding to my eager sucks.“Good girl,” the doctor groaned as I got to work. I licked all the way down the shaft, then took his tightened balls into my mouth and sucked those hard.“Oh fuck, Nancy. You’re going to make me cum too

Try as he might, Billy could not find a single one of his friends to hang out with for the night. Everyone had either already made plans, or wasn’t picking up their phone, or just plain brushed him off.Billy sat in front of his computer, disappointed and frustrated by his predicament. Without really meaning to, he ended up clicking over to one of his favorite porn sites, an open forum where amateur nude photos of women were the bread and butter.He clicked on a promising looking link, and gawked at the screen as he clicked through a photoset of an insanely attractive woman around hismom’s age. She slowly stripped her clothes off, photo by photo, giving him a slow, still striptease, and exciting Billy’s cock into a state of rock hardness.“Have you had any luck?” “The door swung open, and his mom stepped in through it. Billy only just barely had enough time to click to a different tab.“Sorry mom, I…” He trailed off in midsentence as he stared at her.Melissa was wearing a tiny black

It was November, just after my mother died from cancer, that I began attending the church again. That’s when my obsession started. Even though I knew it was wrong, I couldn’t help but have the fantasies about the young priest who presided over the church. I’d always liked Father Michaels. He was in his mid-thirties, about five-foot-eleven with dark hair and gray eyes. Even though I never caught a glimpse of him out of his priestly garb, I always imagined that beneath the black robes and priestly vestments that he had strong arms and a rock hard chest. Yeah, I admit it, I have a great imagination. I even began helping out with some of the luncheons and church activities just so I could be closer to him. Sometimes I’d have to leave him notes saying we’d gotten the newsletter out, or that the church member database had been updated. I’d always sign them, Sincerely, Megan. Yeah, it was a bit formal, but it seemed appropriate since I’d only politely shared in small talk with Father Michael

It was November, just after my mother died from cancer, that I began attending the church again. That’s when my obsession started. Even though I knew it was wrong, I couldn’t help but have the fantasies about the young priest who presided over the church. I’d always liked Father Michaels. He was in his mid-thirties, about five-foot-eleven with dark hair and gray eyes. Even though I never caught a glimpse of him out of his priestly garb, I always imagined that beneath the black robes and priestly vestments that he had strong arms and a rock hard chest. Yeah, I admit it, I have a great imagination. I even began helping out with some of the luncheons and church activities just so I could be closer to him. Sometimes I’d have to leave him notes saying we’d gotten the newsletter out, or that the church member database had been updated. I’d always sign them, Sincerely, Megan. Yeah, it was a bit formal, but it seemed appropriate since I’d only politely shared in small talk with Father Michael