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“So I must urge the entire senior class to put in a better effort for fundraising, Amanda Shaw said as her voice started to rise and her tone became much more annoyed and aggressive



Craig: I couldn’t help but watch my sister’s ass as she swayed out of the room, to go and wait in the garden. I was so horny—it had been two days since I’d last cum…Petra had surprised me in the shower, and jerked me off until I’d cum on her face. God I loved cumming on her face
If you haven’t read my first story yet, please do so if you’re interested. I plan to write a paragraph or so of information before all of my stories, so check it out before you go the actual story. Or, just go right to the story and masturbate. I don’t care
MOTHER KNOWS BEST 2 After my last story about my mother and me there has been a lot of interest in how things progressed from there. I have also been told by a few people that I should make the next account longer. Well if that's the way you want it..
Authors note: This is my first time writing a story like this, so I hope you like it Afterschool pleasure At Golden Star High school, class 12 D was having an English lesson and the teacher is Ms Taylor
Principal Hart, Tiffany was being a very naughty girl again. She was caught behind the bleachers showing Tommy her tits and lifting her skirt up. Coach Thomas brought her directly here. She is waiting for you outside your office



I stood there shocked as I watched Jamal deep throat my dad's dick easily. He took my dad's dick out to suck on the head and stroke his spit into the shaft. I looked at James and he just shrugged his shoulders while he palmed his hardening dick
Something Old Three weeks had elapsed since Lisa and I reached the monumental though long overdue decision to call time on our eight-year relationship



Author's Note: Now, I did write all of this. This is my own writing. However, this story is very influenced by the story Isabelle's Awakening on literotica by Jasmine30



PREPARATION Consciousness returned slowly. I lay on a soft bed in an unfamiliar room. The décor was pink and there were quantities of lace. It was warm, with subdued hidden lighting. I was naked. My arms, shoulders, back, anus and testicles ached. So did my head



Here it comes, Joe, the moment you dreamed about as a teenager. My heart was fluttering as if it was a bird dashing around my chest, determined to escape through my ribs. My pants felt two sizes too small



The Three Aunts (Chapter 1) Inheritance and Betrayal Samantha Cherry Ewing was my real name (born illegitimate) but my stage name was Cherry Delicious. I was a twenty-two-year-old university graduate



For the last few years I have been a boy scout. I go on a camping trip every once in a while with my friends and their dads. Usually we go hiking, fishing, boating, what ever we feel like. This trip started no different



Hi this is Lisa I am a shemale . Now I am going to tell you how it happened . I was the only son of my mom . she was divorced . She loved me a lot . I am little shy so I do not have any friends
Drunk Tank By JIMMY Drunk tanks are pretty much the same, a bench or two bolted to the wall, a pisser, and that’s about it. The cops use them to hold you for a few hours, till you sober up. I had picked up for public intoxication, and had about another two hours to go