Mike sat on the sofa in Ali’s apartment. He looked at the clock. 5:45. Good. She would be home soon. In anticipation, Mike undressed. His 9-inch cock was already beginning to harden. Soon, he heard her car in the parking lot. Ali put her key in the lock and opened the door, step- ping inside.
“I can take you to the place you seek,” the Arab girl whispered. Professor Montana Smith eyed her skeptically. It was hard to judge if she was lying, as all he could see of her face was the dark liquid pools of her eyes above that veil. Although he had been in the kingdom for
Janie was lost. She had been wandering up and down the little alleyways of this infernal city for hours now. She had been pawed at by scab covered beggars lying in the streets, robbed by a little street urchin of her purse, which contained her wallet, passport and Visa, AND she was hot, thirsty, and
It was difficult telling whether the Gypsy stripper was moving around the pole or if the pole was just moving around her. She slipped around it like a silk ribbon, twisted her body around it sensuously. Her full, pouty lips were parted slightly, as though she were silently moaning. The evil and cruel Romanian club
We all stumbled out of the cab and began walking up the drive way while my friend Megan paid the driver. It was my 22nd birthday, and we managed to drink at every bar downtown. We finally had gotten back to Ali’s house and we were all pretty intoxicated. One by one we plopped down
I’m in my final year at university, where I’m studying archaeology. My life lately is filled with studies and lectures and research. There’s almost no time left for a social life, so to relieve the pressure I have to jerk off a lot, and fantasize. The fantasy I’ve had a lot lately, one that I’ve