Semua Bab SQUIRTS SHOTS: Bab 31 - Bab 40

Jake more than willingly obliged, he looked almost desperate to fuck her from the moment he walked in. “Time to show these two queers how hot fucking is done! You get those panties off and let me fuck you hard and fast!” They didn’t half like to make a noise about what they were doing. Sounded acted to me... But Zack was undeterred by the hot action going on behind him. The real turn-on for me was seeing him casually suck off my cock in such a boy-like manner!Meanwhile Jake had no intention of keeping his views to himself:“That pussy looks so sweet! I could finger it all day! I want to pound you hard till you explode with my cum!”“Fuck, you’re so sexy! Get that filthy rod of yours in me now!”And they crashed against the wall, both of them groaning loudly and Jake entered fast into Bethan. Her legs wrapped around him and pulled him closer, begging him to get more comfortable inside her.“Oh shit! You sure know how to treat a girl right you bad boy! Fill me right up with that fresh

Ten years of marriage ended with almost no ceremony. I had ignored the slow erosion for so long that the final break felt less like a shock and more like the inevitable settling of a house whose foundation had been cracking for years. We parted without the usual bitterness. What remained was a quiet, almost guilty sense of relief—and the sudden freedom I had once only allowed myself in daydreams.Three weeks passed before I considered dating again. I was never the type who thrived in noisy bars or crowded parties, so the internet seemed the least intimidating option. I posted a simple profile, the kind every recently single man writes, and began answering a few of the “women seeking men” listings. Most exchanges died after a message or two. Then one reply arrived that didn’t.Her name was Kelly. A thirty-four years old mother of four, living in the same small town. Divorced for several years. We traded emails for a handful of days. She claimed she already knew who I was; I still h

There I was, sitting on the bed and my cousin walks past me naked. God she was so beautiful. She walked into the shower and left the door open. She probably figured “what’s the point”. While she was in the shower I took my cock out and starting stroking it. I just kept imaging her washing her hairy pussy and her big tits while she was thinking about my hard on. The shower stopped and she came out with a towel wrapped around her body. She sat right next to me as she dried her hair. By this time I had already turned on the television and was lying back on the bed with some pillows propping me up. While she was drying her hair, she turned her head at such an angle as to look at my crotch. She stared at it for what seem to be a long time. Knowing that she was looking at my dick just got me harder (if that was possible). My cock twitched once or twice and I know she had to have seen it. Another minute went by when she surprised me again. She said, “Jake, remember we said we could tal

I pushed open the front door of my parents’ house, dropped my rucksack on the foyer floor, and called out, “I’m home.”Three hours on the road from Vanderbilt. Final exams done. Summer stretching out in front of me. All I wanted was a few quiet months before sophomore year started.I barely had time to brace myself.Marissa’s head appeared from the kitchen. The second she saw me she let out a loud squeal and came flying down the hall. She launched herself into my arms the way she always did, wrapping her legs around my waist like she was claiming me.I caught her easily and laughed. At six feet and solid from the gym, I had no trouble holding her. She was only five-four, slender but soft in all the right places, with those heavy D-cups pressed tight against my chest.“Jesus, Marissa....”She didn’t let me finish. She was already kissing my neck and jaw, laughing against my skin.“You’re finally home,” she said between kisses. “I’ve been waiting all damn day.”I set her down. She staye

I would normally never stay at a high-dollar hotel like this, but the charity I volunteered for had awarded me a weekend stay at this place as a thank-you. A complimentary massage was part of the package. Standing in the middle of the plush room, I still could not believe I had actually picked up the phone and called the concierge to have a masseur sent up. My heart was already beating faster as I answered the door wearing only the hotel’s thick white robe. It was long and soft and wrapped around me completely. Naturally, I was naked underneath it. He stood there in the hallway, tall, lean, carrying a folded massage table under one arm. He gave me a slight grin. “Good afternoon,” he said, voice low and calm. “I’m Marcus. The front desk said you requested a massage.” “Yes,” I answered, stepping aside so he could enter. “Come in.” He set the table down and began unfolding it with practiced movements. “You’re in experienced hands,” he promised, still smiling a little as he s