Exhibitionism - Page 133



Some time ago one older lady convinced me to set up a web page with contact details and a bio so I could offer my services. She even measured my cock with a tape measure she ‘just happened to have handy’ while I had a full erection, while she was sucking me



Futa Naked In School – The Naked Futa Problem Chapter Two: Randi's Naked Futa Lesson By mypenname3000 Copyright 2019 Randi Bjork Week, Monday I trembled, Teal's cum leaking out of my asshole as I stared at my lover, Ms. Keisha Rowbottom
Georgia by Vanessa Evans Before you read this part I strongly suggest that you read the previous parts. It will give you the background that will make this part a lot more enjoyable. Part 12 The next morning I woke up feeling refreshed and happy
There was a time in my teens when I seemed to be more or less permanently erect. I would wake up with a morning erection that was often painfully hard. All through the day I seemed to be hiding it, trying to get rid of it or in the process of getting another one



I am a recently divorced white woman 37 years of age and I'm fairly thin, brown hair that I wear shoulder length or longer and at the time of this fateful day I was very underfucked and married to a man with a five inch, hard, cock that I had fought for years to remain faithful to



First off let me tell you that all this actually happened in the real world, i'm not adding or changing any details or events. I'm going to be honest here and not feed you any of that common bullshit which, for me personally, usually ruins these stories. Even if they are not real



Will make much more sense if you read the previous stories. Enjoy part 4. Justin's heart dropped. He pushed through the ocean of people, finding the front door of the frat house



ME, MY GIRLFRIEND, AND HER BEST FRIEND: PART ONE Prologue: I was 19 years old in the summer of 1999. It was a Saturday night when my girlfriend Belinda and I went to a party at my friend Chuck’s house. It was like any of the dozens of parties at his place during that summer
Part 2 John found himself standing on the dirt street. Looking around he felt anxious. Even though he had read every relevant blog, watched all the top stream channels, and read the wikis it wasn't the same. It was real. Simple, real, and unbelievable



So, this is my first try at an erotic work. Please let me know what you think and I hope you enjoy! “A little to the left… yeah, perfect.” I smiled up at the mover, taking in his muscly arms and well toned physique



Futa's Naughty Scented Candles Chapter Two: Mommy Joins the Futa-Party By mypenname3000 Copyright 2020 Note: Thanks to my wonderful beta readers! Britney Meyers My friend and I squealed as we rushed my mother



This is a true story, but it's not my story. Jennifer is an old friend. That's her real name by the way. I see no point in changing names "to protect the innocent" when I'm only sharing her first name and she's anything but innocent
This is the story of a young woman’s conviction as a terrorist and what happens to her when she is sentenced to penal slavery. Penal slavery is not impossible. The Thirteenth and Fourteenth Amendments to the Constitution of the United States of America do NOT prohibit slavery



This sets up the whole thing which can lead to more if you guys like this story. Everything I wrote happened and is true except I switched the names around for privacy It all started one summer after a long two weeks at sleep away camp in south caroline back when I was around 15



Chapter Fourteen: A Meeting With The Bishop When Angel woke, Emily was already gone. Riggz, a friend and fellow pimp of Rich, had already come and removed her. She turned on the coffee pot, and had finished switching out the laundry when Rich came downstairs