Group FunThe Numbers Game

Sol had left the large glass door open - at an angle that offered a clear reflection of the east penthouse living room. In perfect focus was the leather sofa, where Tabatha was sprawled on her back with Sol's head gripped tight between her thighs. He was kneeling, pinning her hands with his and feasting on her cunt like a wild man.

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May More14 mins

Beautiful StrangersJourney By Moonlight

I still didn't know too much about him. What, for example, was his name? Nevertheless, I sensed things. He had a sexy voice. He listened patiently to my rants. All the while I'd been imagining what he might look like. I liked the vision that was forming and my cunt throbbed in agreement.

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Beautiful StrangersJourney By Moonlight (Part 2)

His husky voice rasped in my ear and at the sound of those words, knowing he wanted me desperately, I pulled my thighs apart and in one push the phallic toy disappeared easily, all the way. I was dripping for him already. Hearing me moan, he continued.

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Beautiful StrangersJourney By Moonlight (Part 3)

"Breathe. Take it slow. Imagine I am right next to you." Ian whispered naughty things in my ear and all of a sudden in one quick movement the muscles relaxed and contracted, pulling the toy in all the way. I felt full as I could possibly be. A strange sensation, but one I liked and told him as much.

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May More11 mins

Play at WorkThe Taste of Honey

Taking the initiative he held a fistful of my hair and pulled my head slowly back onto the cold metal frame. Then he brought his face close to mine, till our cheeks were practically touching. His breath was warm against my neck. “A good girl might get exactly what she wants,” he whispered.

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Fantasy/Sci-FiThe Colour of Life

Our eyes locked and her generous mouth moved to meet mine. Any uncertainty vanished. I had never wanted someone so badly, buttressed by knowing she felt the same way.

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KinkFriday's Child

Knowing that his cock was trussed up in lace, twitching for my touch was such an erotic thought. Leaning forward I kissed him. He caressed the nape of my neck, took a fistful of hair, and pulled my head to one side. “You are still my dirty bitch.” His lips met mine again and I could taste the lipstick.

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