Boys and Teen Female - Page 111



Allow me to introduce myself: My name is Dan, and as my girlfriend wishes for the sake of the story, her name is Hayley. We live in Ireland, in a big town by Irish standards, and have been together for just 2 months



I was sitting on the couch with my feet up on the coffee table when my beautiful girlfriend Sandrea came in. She was putting on small gold hoop earrings and walked into the kitchen in our small apartment



I smack against the locker as Ken shoves me as he walks by. “Watch where you’re going, loser.” “He’s too busy trying to prove aliens exist,” Weston says. “You’re a freak, you know that right?” Ken asks. “Alien lover, I bet you wish you could get probed by them,” Weston says


When I was in my teens, my sister Ivana Marie, (“Ivanka”,), was killed after experimenting with drugs at college. We held a private funeral at the church my family attended
My Daughters Phone (part 3) a reintroduction of the characters: Kelly- my 18 year old daughter. Amy's BFF, 5'4”, 110 pounds with a perky B cup Amy- my daughter's 18 year old BFF 5'7”, 125 pounds, 36B's She has experimented sexually with my daughter



A/N: Enjoy ^^ ------------------ I guess the time my life started to take a turn for the better, was when I got my new apartment



“Oh yeah, Sam,” I threw my arms around him again and pushed my butt tight against his crotch, feeling his cock move deep inside. “Fuck me again. Fuck me good.” But Sam pulled his cock out of my hole. I felt empty. I wanted it back in me. I wanted to feel full again
As Marrie got home she felt great and disgusted at the same time. It was so wrong but she just loved the feeling of doing dirty thinks like this. As soon as she closed the front door behind her, she did put the backpack down and stripped again



This story does not reflect the attitudes or characters in the Harry Potter series, or have any affiliation with the author. Chapter 3 As the usual sound of terrified screaming filled the air around Malfoy Manor, Ron and Draco decided to lounge about on the sofa in the living room



The Suite Life on Deck: Episode 3 Bailey Pickett sat in her room, crying. She was sprawled back on her bed, with a box of tissues in one hand and a tissue in her other, which was held up to her nose. There was a trash can besides the bed, which was already half-full of used tissues



The Investigation - Caroline Ann This story is a prequel to 'Her Fantasy - Ambush', I have written a second part to this that will connect the two stories if you want me to. ---- Detective Midnight stood next to the police officer



This story does not reflect the attitudes or characters in the Harry Potter series, or have any affiliation with the author. Chapter 10 Voldemort deeply inhaled the cold, stinging air as he turned to face the thousands of his supporters behind him
“Sis, you are going to be my little sister Cum Slut for the rest of the night.” Laughed Billy. Dad's very ready cock was running up and down her butt cheeks” Billy shoved Morgan over to her dresser facing the mirror. “ Lean forward bitch. Spread your legs
I have always loved my sister. She always treated me well and I treated her well. I have never thought about her sexually. At my age I did not know anything about sex or masturbation until this night. My sister was very developed for her age, she had huge breasts



Hayley was a good girl until Hayley was raised in a strict catholic home. She went to a private catholic school during the week and attended bible studies on the weekend. Hayley had finally graduated high school and would be turning 19 in August