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One of my best friends comes from Morocco. So two years ago I went there with him to visit the country. We spent about a fortnight travelling and then chilled out a bit at his uncle’s house. This house is normally shared by lots of people



If you have not read part I, then part II won't make much sense. The story is going to be a long story with multiple parts in the end with each element adding to Tori's sexual experiences. It's starting with an older guy and Tori at age 16 so if that is not your thing don't bother



Chapter 10 “Oh God! Please! No more!” Sister Olivia was sobbing on the floor, having woken up in the church for another night of torture. She still believed this to just be a recurring nightmare. Xavier strode towards her, a hungry gleam to his eyes
I have been dating my girlfriend, Michelle, for about four years and we are both twenty. She has a younger sister who just turned eighteen. Carly is blonde, and has a real nice body with curves in all the right places
*Note from the Author- These characters and events are mine. This belongs to me and isn't open copy or share. For your additional understanding
The Darkness is Calling by Cheltenham Makayla glanced back and forth outside of her house, standing on the sidewalk. She scanned up one side of the street and down the other to ensure she hadn't been followed. Her ponytailed dark hair swung to and fro as her head turned
"All boys love handjobs don't they?" my sister said. "There's nothing they enjoy more than getting their cocks worked over by their Mom and shooting a big load." As I sat their looking at her, she spoke about such things as if it was the most natural thing in the world



“Draby, yall know very well of my stand on masturbation, am I correct?” “Yes, sir” “Good. Then you know that my harsh laws are for the benefit of the boys of Brownsville, ain’t ya?” “Yes, sir” “Good, good. Then this boy Will, I need ya to lead him to ‘salvation’
standing in front of my fathers house the sky is getting dark,i looked up enjoying the view of the twilight for it has been lo ng since i last enjoyed such a view
Franks Wife part 3, Sue helps out her friend, Cindy. Story by: SindyxSin AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a continuing sexual story. It may have some rough sex and should not be read by people not into that type of sex
BEDDING THE BABYSITTER 2 Disclaimer 1: Of course everyone in this story is at least 18. Disclaimer 2: If you want to know how 18-year old babysitter Jenny became the submissive slave of neighbor Megan, please read part one



Anisha was a pretty little slave girl. She had been born and was being raised on the plantation of James Brandywine. It was a large cotton plantation with many slaves to work the fields and serve James and his family of four in the big manor house
“Vance.” There was that name again. A woman calling and interrupting my focus. Why did she bother me? Couldn’t she it was there in the field? I could. Two ears sticking up. It bounced around alert to the possibility of the hunter. The possibility of me? I don’t know
“ Well, the bus passes by here, and you know that creepy man cross the street, he is always peering out behind his curtain, fucking thinks I can’t see him, fucking pervert, “ “ Ochh, give the wanker something to really jerk to, “ “ Rossssss, I can’t, anyway, going to get dinner soon
“no, no, please no!” he cried as the giant cock plunged into his virgin guts for the first time. He let out a piercing scream that made the larger man chuckle. “take it, you bitch.” he groaned as he thrust, “take it.” “Please” the small blonde whined, “it's hurts, please stop