Zoe sat staring at the white haired woman sitting in the room with her. It was a Sunday afternoon and once again Zoe’s parents had dumped her off at her grandmother’s house while they went to visit some friends in the countryside. Usually Zoe would protest finding her Grandmothers small suburban house boring but lately
Next morning, Susan stood by the kitchen table, topless, she only wore the bottom half of a sexy thong bikini that barely covered her ass crack. The tiny stripe of the bikini may be holding some object in her asshole. With hands behind her back, subservient as she looked at the floor like a shy
“Sit down, cunt!” William snapped. “What are you talking about?” Kristen gasped, turning on him in a fury. “You stop that at once!” Viciously she slapped him across the face. On the bed, Irene gave a moan of lust and twisted hard. “Come on, Jacinto, you fucker! Whip me, come on!” Her ass hunched at
Nikki stumbled toward the exit of the nightclub. The place was overcrowded, the music was thumping in her head and she had had too much to drink. She was wearing a tight black leather mini-dress that barely got halfway down to her knees, it was cut low enough that she couldn’t wear a bra with
Jane lay on the bed caressing her breasts. She had had a hard day and was attempting to wind down. A joint and a vodka and then a relaxing time on the bed seemed an ideal recipe for the evening. Her nipples were stiff by now. She had no bra on but was wearing a
y small petite red haired wife and I have had a completely open relationship since before we married. She has and always will have a deep need for strange cock on a regular basis to keep her hot pussy satisfied. Ellen is a woman that is so rare that I have never heard of another
Greg lay on the hard tile floor, being ever so careful as he wrote his words of love. He had thought of them last night as he was being viciously ass-raped by Luke, the huge black man that was one of his masters. His ass was still sore from it; the thought of it made
I was 36, and I knew what I was doing. Or at least I thought I did. My friend John had talked me into this; it was really perverted so it appealed to me. I can’t remember when I first started getting a thrill out of doing things that grossed everyone else out, but I’m