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Hardcore

I am still lying in bed, in nothing but pantiesThe tiny grey g-stringsThey have a zebra type printAre etimesgut eryaman sincan escort escort escort you stroking your cock?Dirty boyI love it when your cock is hard.You fill me up so niceSo tight and wetYour cock looks great in my cuntI like to watch you slide in and out of my tight wet pussyI love to slide my body against yoursRubbing my cunt against your hard cockLike a dirty little whore

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Just your ass tonight

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Ass

My cell phone vibrated. “U free?” No emoticons were in the text message. She was horny. We met on a summer’s morning, a few years back, while we were waiting for the bus on our way to work; she smiled at me and asked if the bus was ever on time. I laughed and replied, no. I had stared at her many times on the bus and subway, at her tits to be specific. They were large, meaty, full and firm. In the summer, she flaunted them. Tight t-shirts, low cut tops and unbuttoned blouses. They would jiggle and bounce each time the bus hit a bump in the road. Many times my cock grew hard from staring at her. She would never look up from her e-reader while she was seated. That is, till the day I got on the bus, spotted her seated and reading, and stood with my crotch directly in front of her face. Her eyes darted up from the e-reader; she stared at my crotch, and just as quickly darted her eyes back to the e-reader. “What are you reading?” I asked her with a smile. She looked up at me and pretended to be surprised as she replied, “Hey, good morning. I’m a bit late today, and was sure I had missed you. I got on at the bus stop before yours.” “Me too, I was extra generous with the snooze button this morning,” I chuckled. I asked her for her cell number, so we could text each other, if we were on our way to the bus stop in the morning. I told her etimesgut escort that I enjoyed her company, and would wait for her, if she was on her way to catch the bus. She quickly agreed and we exchanged cell numbers. She texted me late one night; weeks after we had exchanged cell numbers. She confessed to being hesitant to ask me over to her place for drinks and conversation. I had told her I was married. But, she enjoyed my company and wanted to entertain me at her palce. I agreed. She made it clear that nothing sexual was going to happen between us. She was having an affair with another married man. They had been together for seven years. And, he had promised her that he would leave his wife for her. Many times she had alluded to how rough I look, yet, stayed a gentleman when she was in my presence. I smiled at her and informed her that I was at her service. All she had to do was ask me to stop being gentlemanly to her. I got the reaction I had hoped for. She replied with a coy smile and confessed that a little rough is okay with her. Her married boyfriend was too gentle with her. I am not going to write about the first time I fucked the living shit out of her. I’ll continue from where I started this; the text message with no emoticon. I texted 3 back. That’s what I named her, number three. eryaman escort She was the third women I had introduced to rope, since deciding to seek sexual pleasure outside of marriage. “Leave the door open. Be naked in your hallway. I don’t have much time, see you in a few minutes,” I texted back. She rented the first floor of a house, a few blocks away from me. Being so close was perfect for a late night, or early morning quickie. “KK!” she replied. I arrived at her house and opened the door. 3 was standing in the hallway, naked. I grinned when I noticed she was not wearing her glasses. I make her take them off when I am about to get rough with her. As much as she complains about me hurting her, she has never asked me to stop, no matter what I do to her. The first time we fucked, I was brutal on her. I pounded her hard, slapped her meaty tits, stuffed her cunt with my thick cock and fingers, till she tore on the inside and bled. I made her suck our cum and her blood off my cock before I left her place. The next day she told me that I had hurt her. I asked if she didn’t like being hurt. She replied that she didn’t stop me, so she guessed it was okay with her. I walked in and locked the door behind me. She came to me and hugged me. “Please be gentle, I’ll do whatever you want. Please don’t hurt sincan escort me again,” She panted in my ear. “I’ll do what I want to you,” I growled in reply her fake plea. I was going to be hard on her ass, very hard. She gets so fucking horny when I force her to do things. Reluctance and humiliation make her cunt drip. One time, we were in her bed after finishing a ‘vanilla’ session, at her request. After I had finished fucking her, she pouted and complained that I hadn’t made her squirt. I told her that she only squirts when I am rough with her. She begged me to make her squirt before I left. I slipped my left arm under her shoulders and pulled her against my chest, squeezing her tit hard and tugging at her nipple. I ordered her to spread her legs, and I slapped her cunt. As she got closer to cumming, I increased the force of the blows. She came hard, and squirted. She thanked me for making her squirt. I turned her around by the shoulders and pulled her close to me, grinding my semi erect cock in to her back. I started with her nipples, gently rolling them between my thumb and finger. She gasped and looked down at what was causing her so much pleasure. “I like when you do that,” she moaned. I released her hard, erect nipples and slapped both her tits hard. “Your tits jiggle and bounce so sexy, when I slap them, whore,” I growled into her ear. She yelped at the hard blow on her big tits. “Fuck me,” She pleaded, knowing full well that there wasn’t enough time for me to properly fuck her ass or cunt. “No, I want your ass,” I calmly informed her. She turned her head to look at my reflection in the hallway mirror.

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Too Far Apart

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Adriana Chechik

She here, he there, victims ofgremlin mists that hidetheir bodies from each other.lust and longing,are mysteries drivenby a witch’s curseon etimesgut escort their heated minds.aching, eryaman escort willing breasts,seen, but vaguelythrough sincan escort a steamy veil.that shades too, the tumescentpromise of rampant shaftor drizzling nectar ofwilling, needful crevicedistance deniesfingers, lips and tongueshot delights of touch and taste.they are refused accessto such sensuous mysteriesof each other,living in their pretendworld of salvia, roses and sycamore.which only leadsto lonely bedsso far apart.

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The Consummate Master

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Blonde

He kisses me gently and nuzzles my neckThen he puts me over his kneeHe spanks, and he soothes, and he spanks againThen his fingers slide right into me He places me tenderly onto the bedThen he spreads my legs open for useHe plants soft, wet kisses on my inner thighsThen his tongue begins its abuse He licks, and he sucks, and he etlik escort nibbles my clitBut he’s careful to not let me cumHe teases my body mercilesslyTill my senses have started to hum His fingers play softly among my pink foldsThen he rams me with little finesseWhen he finally allows my pussy to squirtHe keçiören escort spanks it and makes quite a mess He climbs on the bed, and he straddles my faceThen he rubs my face with his dickHe commands me to open my slutty mouthAnd he fills up my throat with his prick He ties my arms up over kızılay escort my headWith the satin sash from my robeHe traces his fingers along my smooth skinThen he gives my tight anus a probe He kisses my mouth so passionatelyWith his full and sensuous lipsThen he straps me on a St. Andrew’s crossAnd strikes me with one of his whips He teases me with the head of his cockWhen he’s all done making me redHe starts to make love to me gentlyThen he fucks me roughly instead He’s truly the consummate MasterFor this sexually submissive slaveHe’s the perfect mix of tender and cruelAnd he always knows what I crave

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Old Fashioned

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Anal

The man straightened his uniform jacket as he stood up front, giving the instructional video of what to do during the flight in case of emergency. It had become second nature to him as he had been a flight attendant for the past fifteen years. His face had a plastered fake smile. He was stuck working with the first-class passengers. And although most thought that was the best place to be, you quickly find that the seasoned flight attendants requested economy for their assignments. The first-class passengers acted as though they were better than him with their noses in the air as they boarded earlier that morning, etimesgut escort taking their seats with distinguished, pompous grace. He happened to notice a curious woman who boarded in his section. He noted her eyes were trained on him as he finished the instructional video before the plane took off. Soon enough, beverages were being distributed. He came to her row, asking politely what she’d like to drink. She had a low-cut tank top and sweatpants on. Not like his other passengers who seemed to wear anything and everything expensive that they owned, flaunting it in his eryaman escort face. She ordered an old fashioned. Stunned, he rushed off to make the order. He took his time to make it right, unlike others where he would skimp on the alcohol. This woman intrigued him. He peeked over as he finished, each passenger now getting comfortable in their personal pods, closing the doors to have privacy as they slept. He brought the young lady a drink. She was sprawled out in the extra seat beside her in her pod. She tried to hop up quickly but fell onto her butt to the floor. He rushed quickly sincan escort to assist her. She smirked deviously as she heard him ask her if she was ok. “Of course I am. Why wouldn’t I be?” She leaned in close, her fingers tracing along his coat as she stood.“It’s much too hot for a coat in here, don’t you think?” She winked and pushed it off in a hurry. Her fingers lingered along his chest. His heart thumped like mad, unsure if this was a daydream his mind concocted because of lack of sleep. “Umm, ma’am?” His voice shook with the tension he felt. She took his moment of confusion to make a move and leaned forward and kissed him silly. He froze before returning her affection, deepening it further as he kicked the door shut. “I’ve got ten minutes before I have to serve the dinner meal,” he gasped breathlessly. His fingers traced along her spine to her waist, making her arch further into him. 

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Last Night

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Footjob

Late last nightlaying in bedmy head on your chestyour heartbeat I heardDreaming of thingswe’d done the day beforeall I could thinkis I wanted moreMore of youand your sensuous waysMore of your passionThat always amazeFeeling your handcaress my breastyour tongue licking with commandsex is what you çankaya escort suggestMy breath hitchingMy loins twitchingI gasp and moanit is me and my body you now ownSlowly I feel your hard rodpress into my fleshall of my thoughts I disregardall I want is your rus escort caressMy hand slowly reachesfor your growing cockyour heart beat increasesMy world is about to rockMy juices are flowingand still you’re growingguiding your shaft inthe fun is about to beginAt first,it’s eryaman escort a slow and steady pumpand then our bodies get the rhythmnow we’re in a frenzy humpFaster and faster,deeper and deeperI moan and you groanI feel it nearingNow I’m pleading and beggingI don’t want this to endI know where this is headingIt is your intentMy body shakes and quiversas you cum inside metogether we are sensual giverssex with you is heavenlyTonight, laying here in our bedall sweaty from the amazing sex we hadlusting for more, which I know will comewith you it’s always sex and fun

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Anal

Waiting, needing, pussy screaming.Needing a fix, like a junkie.I hear your voice my pussy gets wetter.Needing that fix, wanting as I suck my finger. Thinking of your kisses, etlik escort bites, and caresses.My legs shiver as I spread them wider.My keçiören escort fingers dance on and around my clit.Deeper, faster, getting kızılay escort myself hornier. My imagination goes wildthinking of your hard cock.Mouth watering to taste and please again.My pouty lips sucking as my tongue licks harder.Your moans deep and throaty. My toy hums lightly as I dream of you.Eyes closed, moving the toy faster.i cry out as I feel your cock instead.Looking up I see you smile.Looking down your cock deep inside me.Finally!!! 

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Rosebud

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Amateur

there he isso tall and strongso sure of himselfhe can do no wrong she sits there quietlyoff to the sideshe wants to join indoesn’t want çankaya escort to hide she looks at rus escort himshe flashes her eyesadjusts her eryaman escort skirtand parts her thighs she is so shyso tightly curleda pretty rosebudnot yet unfurledwill he be her gardenerand release her soulwill he water her mindwill he make her whole? will he be the oneto make her bloomto spread her pedalsto release her perfume? will she be the onethat he will pluck?will she be the onethat he will fuck? 

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Idle Monkey Play

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Bdsm

It is 3:00 o’clock in the morning. The dog is sleeping on the rug in the center of the darkened living room. Then he starts up and scampers into the hallway, his claws seeking purchase on the polished wood floor. The overhead light is brightly lit there. Little Leora is down at the end of the hall in the bathroom tinkling into the toilet. The pup goes to watch her in hopes they will play.Leora uses tissue to wipe her pussy, getting it all dry. She stands up, stepping out of the frilly panties down around her ankles and her bare, tiny feet. She pulls some wipes from a box on the counter. Then she makes sure her little kitten is all clean, spreading çankaya escort her slender, slightly bowed legs apart and bending her knees. She gently touches her slitty lips and brings the fingers to her nose. She loves the way her tight quim smells even when perfectly clean. She tosses the panties into the hamper. That leaves just her camisole covering her perky titties.Paul is sleeping soundly in their bed. She goes into the hall and then enters the guest room with its full wall of mirrors, switching on a lamp and walking over to admire herself. The dog follows, jumping up onto the futon and staring at little rus escort Leora. She runs the fingers of both hands through her long, straight hair, tossing it about a bit. She always has fun with her hair. “Pretty,” she thinks, “I’m so pretty,” and smiles.Then she frowns, pouting as she thinks of how long it has been since Paul has loved her body. Is it a week? It feels like it. Her lower lip is protruding slightly. She glances over at the dog and remembers something. It’s in the hall, in the closet, waiting for a special time when the pup has been a good boy.Leora quickly goes out, retrieves the new toy, and returns to the eryaman escort guest room. She shakes her head at the dog who is eagerly expecting a treat. She finally gives in and lets him eat a piece of biscuit she has ready for him. Then she sits on the futon and spreads her lithe legs apart, pulling her knees up and putting her feet up on the cushion. Her toes contort a bit in anticipation when she touches the stuffed monkey up to her pussy.It’s soft with its own brown fur against her neatly trimmed kitten bush and it tickles her thighs making her giggle to herself a bit. Leora licks her fingers on one hand, holding the monkey away, just touching her wet fingers to the tight slit. Her innie lips are not swollen yet but they become pinker as she spreads them apart and runs digits up and down beside her tingling cunny. Just a quiet whimper escapes her slightly widening mouth and she licks her lips in expectation.

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Sex at the Podium

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Bdsm

Class was over. The students in this advanced placement twelfth grade class were filing out. I was behind the wooden lectern where I had just ended a lecture. Some history with a social justice angle that I thought was riveting. Half the kids were awake, I think. I was looking over my notes, checking off all the points and big ideas that I would include in the quiz tomorrow.Then I felt his hands behind me.I glanced at the door. Then I sighed and rolled my eyes at the ceiling.His hands were on my hips, circling around to my front and inching their way up my knit sweater, before resting on my breasts.“You were barely paying attention,” I said.“I was watching your every move,” he said from behind me.I felt his nose touching my neck.“Watching my ass isn’t going to help you pass,” I said to him.He etlik escort pressed his body against mine so I could feel his erection.“How long you’ve been sitting there hard at your desk?”He kissed my neck. I could hear him sniffing my hair. He always did that. I shrugged one shoulder in annoyance.“How long you been standing here wet behind the podium?” he asked.I laughed at that.He squeezed my breasts and licked my neck.“Eww,” I said to him.“It’s been a week,” he complained.I continued looking through my notes. “Get a girlfriend.”“I thought you were my girl.”“Girl? I’m old enough to be your mother. Kid.”He slid his hands under my sweater and my undershirt to get to my bra. I stared at the door.“Oh, fuck,” I said when his hand pinched one nipple.“Mommy likes that?” keçiören escort he said in my ear.“Oh, fuckity fuck,” I replied when he rubbed them both hard between his fingers.I put my pencil down and held on to the lectern.One hand pulled out of my sweater to turn my face towards him. He jabbed his tongue into my mouth. I reached up to touch his face and kissed and licked him back. I was starting to moan and pant.“Been too long, Mrs. Johnson,” he whined as he continued attacking my poor nipple.I found myself pushing back into him, just to feel that hard erection.He let go of me. I turned to see what he was doing. He was opening his pants.“Oh, no, Jerry, no, no, no,” I said.He pulled his underwear down.“Jerry, you idiot, stop.”He had the cock out and a cocky kızılay escort grin.“Damn you,” I said.He began rubbing it against my silky floral-print skirt.“You’ll make a mess,” I whined. “I’ve got a class next period.”“Shh,” he said.I looked to the side where part of the wall was a mirror. I watched him reach for the hem of my skirt and hoist it up, revealing more of my leather brown boots, then my bare legs, and then my black boy shorts, which he immediately started clawing at.“Jerry!”I looked at him and he grinned and kissed me. I looked back at the mirror to see my underwear peeled down to my knees. He stretched them over my boots but needed my help.“Oh, fuck it,” I relented, lifting a foot at a time so he could get the boy shorts off. I held the edge of the lectern and squatted a little, while he massaged his cock into me.“God, I miss this pussy,” he exclaimed as he entered.“This pussy?” I asked between gasps.“My only pussy,” he admitted in a groan, before pushing it in, making me yelp.“Oh, shitty, shit, shit, is that door locked?” I asked, already breathless.

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