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I did it again today. I visited my girlfriend at work. Reprobate writer seeks innocent Melanie for backseat naughtiness in underground parking lot. Yes, I’ve been wicked again. Spank me, Jesus. Before this gets too confusing, what with “blow jobs” in the title, let me clarify: I’m a woman, Mela- nie’s a woman—we’re a lesbian couple—but while I’m a woman with a pussy, my girlfriend’s a woman with a cock. She’s trans, hence the mention of blow jobs. So that’s one mystery solved.

we moaned together in sync, our loud voices mixed with the scent of smoke filling the atmosphere. She held my shoulders for support and continued moving her waist backwards, the more she moved the more the momentum built up and the more an amazing sensation built up inside of me. Her insides were soft and dripping, and even tighter than her pussy and I felt it expand when she moved her waist, there was something definitely different from fucking her pussy. My body was shaking, I was losing control with the way she was bouncing on my dick. Today I understood exactly why some men are gay. Ass hole is a bit nicer to fuck than pussy.

“I don't know, most of them look like they like it. Do you think they are drunk or fucking high or something? “Maybe they are whores who have to do that shit.” “Most of them don’t look like whores, these are homemade videos. That means those guys are wives or girlfriends.” “Do a search for blow jobs, let's see what other women say.” I typed 'blow job' into the G****e search box and the screen filled up with endless pages of links about fellatio. Brenda and I spent the next hour reading articles from the website on how to suck a cock and make it pleasurable for both him and her. There were a lot of pictures, and we even saw some videos that were hotter than the crappy video we'd been watching

“Now ruin it.” He withdrew until just the tip remained, then slammed back in. A brutal, punishing thrust. Leila screamed, her nails digging into the leather. He set a relentless, rough pace, each drive a claim, each withdrawal a tease. The slap of his hips against her ass filled the room, a lewd percussion to their choked moans and filthy talk. “You like this?” he grunted, pistoning into her. “You like getting your ass fucked by a gay man?” “I love it!” she shrieked, pushing back against him. “Your cock is so deep! I can feel it in my guts!”

my cock. He was loving it. I was loving it. I flipped him over and pushed his legs back to his head. I was going to give him a prostate massage, I flipped him up, put a pillow under his back and slowly pushed in, feeling around. I saw his face light up and kept short strokes up until he started moaning louder. I kept rubbing his prostate with my cock head until he screamed "What the fuck is going on? This feels so fucking good!!" I smiled back and said "You're gonna cum on my cock, aren't you?" He looked at me and said "I dont know, this feels so much different." I stroked his hole a little bit faster, looked him in the eyes and said "Cum for me." He moaned for a few seconds looked back and

TOBY It looks like any other sauna: wooden walls, benches along the sides, and a big heater in the middle with hot stones on top, pouring clouds of steam into the room. The only thing that sets it apart is the two guys in the corner, naked, their bodies pressed together, mouths locked in a passionate kiss. They pay us no attention as we walk in. Diesel and I keep our towels on and sit down on the opposite side of where the action is happening. “Shit, Tobs, this place is wild, huh? Never knew there were so many gays in this city.” Diesel does his best to keep it low, but with a voice like his, it’s pointless.

He was thick, maybe thicker than Collins. I was surrounded. Bare and wet and trembling, sandwiched between two huge men on a public train, with a third watching from the shadows. And my cunt was so empty I thought I might die from it. Collins's hand slid between us, and his fingers found my cunt. He pushed through the wet folds, and the two of them slid inside me without resistance. I screamed. His fingers were thick, thicker than anything I'd ever put inside myself, and they stretched me open. They curled upward until they found a spot that made my vision go white.

His whole demeanor is dripping sex, and dude hasn’t even gotten started. “Whoa,” I say. He cocks his head, his hands starting to unbutton his vest. “Tell me your name, pretty.” “Um,” I say, watching as he peels the vest off and swivels his hips. “Don’t you want to tell me?” he coos. Okay, he’s good. “Gabriel.” “Gabriel,” he repeats, and the way he says it almost turns me on. I shake my head and focus.