Lost in her thoughts, driving the four hour trip from the city, Molly turned off the exit at Junction 33, the big brown and white Forest-Service sign reading, “Entering Chattum River National Forest.” Molly remembered a prominent memory from when she’d visited when she was a girl, how she’d often wear just a light summer
Nikki and the horse cock
Nikki Eagletown walked back to the stable, reins in hand. It had been a very tense day, and she couldn’t wait to see Ernst and unwind for a bit. She was used to the rigors of competition, of course, but this was the Olympics. She needed a break. She put the horse in his stable,
The Adventures of Rachel Roundheels, Teen Slutpuppy 3.
I stashed my panties under a cushion on the couch just as Dad’s key clicked in the front door lock. I’d rushed over the instant I finished my homework and my housecleaning chores, bribing Chris to drive me with the promise of a blow job on the way. When he and Jess heard what I
The Adventures of Rachel Roundheels, Teen Slutpuppy 2.
I lay on my back on the bed with my knees in the air, feet dangling loosely, legs spread wide. With my left hand I held a hand mirror, positioned at an angle over my crotch, so I had a full view of both my sensitive holes. My right arm was stretched down the length
My perfect wife at the gloryhole 3.
We didn’t have sex all week. Jan’s sex drive had kicked into overdrive and she had wanted it three to four times a week. However, I wanted her to be really horny by the time the weekend arrived. Bob called on Thursday and said we were to meet him at 5pm at the same restaurant
My perfect wife at the gloryhole 2.
We went into the first store, which only had one other customer. A salesman approached and asked if he could be of some assistance. I said that my wife was looking for something in black heels, gave him her size, and pointed to a bench for my wife to sit. The first thing I noticed
The Adventures of Rachel Roundheels, Teen Slutpuppy 1.
“I wish we’d been born sisters.” Jesse said, gently daubing ‘Watermelon Pink’ lipstick onto my pussylips. I was sitting on the edge of the bed in just an oversized T-shirt, legs spread wide, while she sat on the floor between them in just her panties, her face just inches away from my hole, decorating it.
A Happy Marriage
My wife Nora is such an angel. She let me know that my size didn’t matter when she found out how small my penis was. She said that there was more to love and marriage than sexual dimensions. “Nolan, true love is based on emotional devotion to each other, not appendage length. Love will lets