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WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental



Jazz had become used to various models going in and out of her father Max's photography studio from a young age, and knew several by name. It wasn't uncommon to see one hitting on him between shots either, which never quite set well with her
Id just dropped off our son to his nursery when I finalised my plan. I knew what I wanted from my ex, and where she lived. Today, I was going to pay her a visit. I should clarify some things. She and I had broken up almost a year ago



Scarlett stood precariously in his new heeled shoes, eying himself over sceptically in the full-length mirror Mayla had been so kind as to provide him with. She had been so kind as to provide him with a lot of things, actually



Chapter 1 -- Kim's wet dream Kim Possible was lying naked in her bed. Her face was a little red, her breath was shortened, her nipples were pointing straight up in the air and had a familiar wetness between her legs. The same moisture she’d had five mornings in a row



Dahlia couldn't remember where she was. In fact, she couldn't quite remember what she was doing stark naked in the middle of her dark bedroom. With a muffled groan, she tried to prop herself up on her elbows but only got as far as the groan - she was tied in place



First and foremost the true author of this is King Of Rejects. It is his story and I have altered it slightly for grammar (I did not spend long on it and I know I said I wouldn't but after reading through it I thought why not?). I do have his permission to repost these
My ass was still on fire but there was this strange feeling that something was missing, I actually wanted that plug back in my ass



Chapter 0: Love at first sight "If I was her boyfriend, I would never get bored of her." It was just three years ago that this exact thought entered my mind. The reason for this thought was nothing but half a second of eye contact. I had just started my second year of college



title: The Life of Erika author: Scarlett Blaze part: 1 summary: The Good Girl keywords: f+m, m/m, anal, bd, 1st, humil, nc, oral, teen, tg, tort Hannah was a pretty 13-year-old girl who stood just a bit over 5 feet tall with long curly red hair to the middle of her back and green eyes



Lenarta had been idly fingering herself on the bed, as Galifssae and Reesha walked the boy into the chambers. She smiled. She'd been trying to imagine how he'd look, and she was pleased to say that he was even prettier than she'd hoped. The boy looked frightened. That was good
WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental



Miranda Wilde. Lance could stare at her for hours. Getting wank material was as easy as opening up an image search and typing her name. She was one of those women who looked amazing no matter what hair style or outfit she was rocking



In a darkened room, lit mainly by candles, she awaited Him, nervous, excited



Oh yeah mom suck it Mark exclaimed Joyce was deepthroating the 10.5 wang down to the base it was a Tuesday afternoon & 19 year old Mark Evans was in ecstasy as his stepfather Bill filmed the xxx taboo festivities on Joyce's cellphone for posterity