The group of a soldiers use a bar whore

I let my cock slide up the crack of her ass, rubbing against the delicate material of her panties. I took a deep breath of the smoky air. The bar was foggy in the dim light from the haze of a few dozen still burning cigarettes. But even the sticky, steamy air of the bar

Don’t mess with Mistress Alicia

Alicia woke by degrees. Nudged first into basic awareness by her inability to turn over onto her stomach. Soft snores, not her own, invaded her consciousness next. She didn’t remember, what? Her lack of memory was the final impetus to full consciousness. Eyes open. Alicia lifted her head and surveyed the room. Same basic scheme