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I decided to take a trip, from my home in Nebraska. To visit old friends up in South Dakota. I had many friends up there since my high school days. My plan was to visit my friend Max, he and I were close for a while during freshman year



Alexa had come to this particular frat party to get fucked - and getting fucked she was! Fed up with bad dates that went nowhere and relationships where her heart got broken, she'd decided that right now all she needed was a good hard fuck



The next week was my next lesson and I couldn't wait. I took my time entering the changing room, hoping to catch the girls. I didn't wear my swimming shorts under my uniform hoping to be seen
Time crawls by. Miles drag on and on. My stomach churns nervously and I am racked by involuntary shakes. These are the effects of pure excitement. I simply cannot wait to get there. I finally pull into the laneway. I park and as I emerge from the car I see her



My name is Jamie, and this is the story about how I went from a loving mother, to my son's whore. It all started when I decided to fly into Buffalo to visit my son. It had been several years since I had seen him last, mostly because of monetary reasons



i had been watching the live webcam for hours only taking a break when they stopped fucking long enough to sleep. not for the first time i found my hand in my crotch stroking my pussy
Four guards stood clad in leather and weapons outside the dungeon cell. Amelia swallowed as she was escorted down the rest of the stairs. One of the guards produced a key and unlocked the door. She was pushed inside. The door slammed closed behind her and she heard the key turn



The Futa's Mind-Controlling Panties Chapter Eighteen: Naughty Futa Dominates Her School By mypenname3000 Copyright 2020 Note: Thanks to Alex for beta reading this! Chloe Quick “My pussy is ready for your dirty dick, Chloe!” Wendy said before me



Luke stood fidgeting outside the shopping centre as he waited impatiently for his girlfriend to arrive. She was late, which was quite unlike her, as she always scolded him if he was ever late for anything they had planned, which was always. He couldn't really complain about it though



This follows on from “My Sister's Hot Friends: Amy” and bits of it won't make sense without that. I rolled over and awoke with a start. “Crap, where am I?” I wondered. I was in a room that wasn't mine, in a double bed



Donnie's Mother is named Karen and he inherited her blonde hair and blue eyes. His winning smile and friendly personality was inherited from his father, Robert (Rob). Donnie is always invited to all the high school parties, but never hooks-up with the girl of his choice
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PART 2 I stood in Sarah's shower and attempted to move or speak, but my entire body had locked up



It’s a cheap ploy, I know, but I can never help myself when it comes to reminding women about the size of my dick. For her, I imagine what she was drawn to most had nothing to do with my manhood



While she was on her period, I had to get creative. I think “Carol” was thinking that I had dropped it all for the time being, but that was a no. We go bowling together once a week, used to be in a league but that didn’t mean we were good