Consensual Sex - Page 58



Author's note: This chapter contains a small amount of incest. If this bothers you, then you have been ignoring the note at the beginning of the last 4 chapters



Author's note: This story consists of multiple chapters. Some chapters will contain subjects that some people find objectionable, such as violence, anal, and even incest. Incest is depicted in this chapter



This story was written after a conversation with my girlfriend about our shared love for informative murder porn. She is aware and has consented to my writing of this and knows that I wouldn't actually want to harm her in real life
Durring my first year of college I moved into my dorm, as most college freshmen do, I was very nervous but I left my door open and played some music while I set my room up. I was hoping that people moving into their rooms would stop in and introduce themselves
I am walking on the lane in front of my house, this friend of mine he calls me as I pass from the front of his house. I walk up to him, and he said, “What’s up? And where are you going?” “To college”, I replied



Fbailey story number 292 Clerk In Photo Department I was seventeen years old at the time and a junior in high school when I got a job as the clerk behind the photo counter at the local Drugstore



--There is some truth in every lie. Tiffany/Cindy I Dave and Cindy had, ironically, met at a church function. Her husband, Tim, would often help out with the Youth Group because his younger brother, Dan, was a member, and Tim didn’t have much else to do on Sunday evenings



Chapter 2 After we had eaten, I thanked him for the breakfast and smiled. I rolled my body on top of his and wrapped my arms around his neck. I immediately regretted having put my face so close to his



Based on part fact but somewhat embellished :) Conclusion She didn't see Mr. 106 when they finally got up & went down to relax around the pool and, to her disappointment, she didn't see him at all for the next couple of days in or around the hotel



The Chauffeur (#31) Red Door, part 2 By PABLO DIABLO Copyright 2019 CHAPTER 1 As the night wore on, as expected Jill, was nowhere to be found. Marcus did come down once, albeit only to get a quick blowjob from Amy. Everyone seemed to be enjoying the debauchery
My name is Jeff. I am a 40 year old father of three beautiful daughters. Before you ask, I have never and never intend on having sexual relations with either of my daughters



I rolled over and stretched, waking up with sun light streaming through my window. Reaching for my pack of cigarettes on the night stand I realized I was wet between my legs and had the persistent tingling that comes after a sex dream



down to my big white butt and cupped it the other hand slipped down my tummy to my pussy, I was hot and wet, she put her head close to my ear and kissed it saying ‘’you are a sexy white woman’’ and ‘’I know just what you need’’, her fingers slipped into my panties and rubbed my clit, I wanted more…



we see a girl we like she has the most amazing ass..
This is my wife’s story to tell, but before I turn it over to her, I need to give you some background information. Sally and I have been married for 23 years and have two children. Jason is twenty-one and Cassie is nineteen. Sally is an extremely beautiful woman