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The bossy tone is still there even in a normal question. "Spicy." "Like?" "Indian curries, Korean kimchi, Thai pepper steak." The names itself made my mouth water. God, how much I miss them now? Never cared to even buy them in three years and now suddenly because of this man,I wanted to go home and ask Sasha to cook them for me. Cayden used to cook for me. Now I miss him too. He smiled to himself as if he remembered an old joke. " A friend of mine forced me to eat an Indian curry in my childhood. My face flushed with one spoon. It was that spicy."

All characters are 18 years or older. This story can be read as a stand-alone. If you would like to read more about the main characters, please check out "In Love With A Lesbian Episodes" in the First Time category. This story contains elements of anal, exhibitionism, group (mmf and mff), mild reluctance, toys, lesbian, and of course lots of sex. Austin, Alanna and their housemates play Strip Poker on a rainy day and everyone gets frisky.

My eyes nearly popping out of my head, I never have seen a cock spew so much spunk. I couldn’t help myself. I had to dive down between his muscular thighs and get that delicious alien man-sauce inmy mouth. Mmmhhh! I couldn’t believe it. The flavours were nothing like I ever tasted before. Wow, this was something really special and too good to be true. Was this some kind of dream? The hot and tasty spunk splashing all over my face was all too real, as was the hunk and his oh-so awesome cock. It was still rock hard and his fist kept pumping up and

I hastily asked … not pausing or stopping the fast fucking rhythm “Yes” she replied “now give me a gallon of hot spunk. I want to feel your cum dripping out of me like Andrea did in the tackroom. When I saw that, I just had to have you. I loved the taste of your cum as it dribbled out of her ………….

All in all, it was much more information than I wanted to know. In Mexico, I was such a 'downer' that the other students (all male) hated me. I got up early and finished late, never going to the night spots. The other guys, thrilled they could drink at 18 and not 21 like here, got tanked every night. On our last night, they all carried paper bags with bottles wrapped within. My best friend, Roger, brought me one too. On the flight home, the bottles safely stored in our luggage, I asked what they contained. He said they were 'spanish fly', the so-called aphrodisiac to end all that would get the most prudish babe to rip off her clothes and volunteer for anything. I hadn't known that, or I woul

Story 5: Fuck, I'm on Cloud 9 Lydia’s legs felt weak as she crept downstairs, still flushed and unsatisfied. Her pussy throbbed with every step, Julian’s cum slowly leaking down her inner thigh. She told herself she was just getting water. That was all. But the moment she reached the kitchen, her eyes locked on Mila. Mila stood at the counter in a loose tank top and shorts, slowly licking a spoon of ice cream. The creamy dessert melted on her tongue as she dragged it deliberately across her full lips, eyes lifting to meet Lydia’s with dark amusement.

I would insert two fingers to stretch it, preparing it for my monster cock later. She tastes so fucking good and so juicy. And I think I could last a whole year without drinking water if I have a woman’s pussy so juicy like this to devour. “Shit! I’m cumming!” she screamed, gripping my hair so tightly as she didn’t know what to do anymore as she approaches her release. Her legs are trembling so I held it more firmly and attacked her wetness faster and deeply, reaching her deepest core and letting her feel how my tongue could satisfy her already, a performance that her racist boyfriend can’t afford to do.

Their eyes, both staring at me like I was theirs. I slid my fingers between my thighs and gasped. I imagined both of them, one behind me, one in front. Jake kissing me sweet and slow while Julian fucked me hard from behind. I imagined four hands, four lips, two cocks in me. I moaned softly, circling my clit, hips moving. I imagined them fighting over me, taking turns and tangling together above me, around me, inside me. I came with a c ry, water pounding down over me and knees nearly buckling.

He thrusts his fingers in and out slowly, making my orgasm build embarrassingly quick. Gavin thrusts a little faster, leaning over to whisper. "Do you like that babygirl?" I bite my lip and nod my head slowly. He smiles, and whispers. "Do you want to cum on my fingers babygirl? Let me taste you!" A soft moan escapes my lips and I close my eyes, nodding my head. He thrusts a little faster, pressing hard on my clit and my eyes fly open. Oh fuck. I'm going to cum, on the couch, watching a scary movie, with my brother's dad's fingers inside me. The worst part, I am loving everything he is making me feel right now.

I suddenly don’t have the urge to go to the spa anymore after Xavier telling me about all the dirty things he’s going do to me while he kept me in his office. I want to be there now, keeping him entertained while he works. Why didn’t he take me? A surge of jealousy shoots through my body. “Do I have an access key?” Cupid reaches into his back pocket, pulling one out. He hands over the white sparkly card that has my name etched at the top. Under my name, it reads Mine in bold letters.