Hijabi slut Eni had a special talent, a dirty secret, her naughty passion hiding under her colourful headscarf – she loved giving blowjobs. Eni was about 5’6” tall, light skinned Pakistani with full lips and big eyes and a mole on her face, she wore her Hijab and colourful Asian clothes. She didn’t hold back
It was a Monday afternoon. I had flown into the town where my mom lived for a two week visit. It had been about 18 years since seeing each other, and this was the first time I was able to come and visit. We had chatted via E mail, and talked on the phone from
Enzos Niki Saso was riding the city bus home from work. She had graduated the year before and was still undecided about college. She was a very attractive young woman with long wavy blonde hair. She watched the world through eyes that were sky blue and hidden behind copper framed glasses. The bus was about
Chase was on a six-month project in Austin, and he was missing home. Or more to the point, he was missing his wife’s mouth and pussy back in Houston. His company had him staying in an apartment near the project site, and he was stuck there until the work was completed….in about three more months.
Stephany was a very young, petite and skinny, dark complected Latina, with brunette hair, and even though she was 18 years old, she was flat-chested, but did seem to have a little something there. She had a great little figure and even though she had skinny little legs, she really had a nice firm little
“You’re shitting me! Gary Franks actually came over to talk to you?” Trish scribbled another shorthand notation on her pad to help her remember the story. “He did better than that. He was accompanied by the most beautiful blonde that I’d ever seen in my life. As they joined us at our table, he introduced
I know it’s been a tough couple of weeks and that I haven’t done much to help. I rely so much on you for strength and, when you tire or struggle, I don’t always know what to do or have the courage to do even the things that are within my power. Perhaps it is
It was early morning and almost summer time. Joshua had just graduated high school the previous week and was enjoying not having to wake up on time anymore. He would inevitably spend the majority of the summer applying for colleges, but he wanted to relax for a little bit first. However, this morning he could
“What are you wearing, Diana asked”? Uh, I was just going to wear my board shorts and a Hawaiian shirt, why do you ask? Jack answered. “Because guys have it so easy, you just wear anything, whereas us women need to think about weather, what if I get wet, what will I wear if we
I froze. My lips were dry, again. My hands kept trying to open the lid of the water bottle, but they were sweating, I was always sweating here. What is happening? I thought. I remembered my step-father, commenting what had become my new personal mantra: ‘You can’t escape the sun there’. I didn’t remember his
My Grandma, Hazel La Forge was a farm girl who grew up in New Madrid County, a small farming community in the southeast Missouri bootheel. The family farm was just over 2000 acres of prime fertile land bordering the banks of the Mississippi River. The property was flat and easy to plow. Each harvest was
Sometimes stereotypes are accurate. Take me, Finn. I fall into the nerdy computer geek category. I’m short for my age, skinny, lank dark hair and I spend most of my free time online playing games. The only sports I play are those forced on us in phys ed class at school. Then there’s my older
“Ah-Augh!” A feminine voice cries out, moaning loudly over a rhythmic clapping. Her eyebrows knit together as waves of pleasure flows from her sore muscles and throbbing pussy, overlapping the pain of sore muscles all over her body. Surrounding her are four older gentlemen resurrecting her sex life, something that died years ago. She thanks
Tegan awoke abruptly as she head the door to her room open and a swathe of light cut across her bed for a moment, disturbed as someone entered through the ajar door, then another click and the room was cast into darkness again. She could hear someone’s breathing other than her own, confirming if it
We worked out her ‘exercise’ schedule every night after dinner. After starting a romantic movie, I firmly massaged her right side from head to toe to get her circulation going. When the movie got us into the mood, we kissed passionately while the massage continued. I then sat behind her as my hands moved to