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Harry Potter and the Spellbook of Desires Chapter Five – The Train Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the attitudes or characters in the Harry Potter series, nor does it have any affiliation with its author



Mera naam Vicky hai. Ahmedabad k ek society mein rehta hun. Mere pados mein ek couple rehte hai. Bhabhi ka naam Bhawna hai aur unke husband ka Rahul. Bhabhi dikhne mein kafi khubsurat thi. Unki height karib 5.6 fts aur wazan karib 55 kgs, rang gehunwa(wheatish)



Chapter 4 Things have been quiet around her for about a week but they're about to get a whole lot more interesting. The Pure Michigan 400 is coming up this weekend and I've got tickets
ength, 7 1/2 inches of rock hard Pops cock disappeared into her mouth, balls deep without any gagging or anything, and she knows how to work her tongue on a girls pussy too, i wanted to cum as soon as she started to lick my slit, she knows how to get a horny bitch like me off” Louise said as we made
Ginny Weasly was in the griffondor's room doing her roomwork when she felt the need to take a shit



The Story of Ann This is a story written for and about one of the wonderful women I have met on sites like this, and is somewhat different than my usual writings
Happy Valentine's Day, My Love, Let me tell you how I love you. I love, worship, and adore you with all my heart and soul. I love watching men watching you. It fills me with pride. I watch their eyes dip down your blouse, lighting up as they gaze upon your breasts
[i]I checked the handle on the back door and found it unlocked. Opening it slowly I look in and see her in the living room with her back to me, she is wearing a black skirt with white stockings, and a white blouse, obviously the cunt just got home from the office
Breaking Down Brian’s Lazy Butt The time had come that my friend and housemate Brian had to be dealt with. I had tried loving him, mentoring him, encouraging him, giving him ideas and examples, and he just didn’t seem to want to put forth any effort. Essentially, Brian was lazy



My Aunt Dominates me Part II I went home that night and went right to my room. I felt dirty I couldn’t believe what had just happened to me



Courtney and April stopped talking to each other as soon as I entered the room, fearing what I was going to do to them. The two girls were bound to gynaecological examination chairs by thick leather straps. They both looked so inviting with their legs spread and their cunts exposed



Owned by a Young Stud - Blackmail - Part 3 Jenny smiled at the other parents as she jogged back into gymnastics practice. She could still feel the dried cum residue on her cheek, regardless of her efforts to rub it lose in the car


My name is Arthur Hawk, and I am 16 years old. My sister Jenna is a year younger than me and we have always been very close, despite our constant argueing



The Spanking Stories - #2: Memento Morey By Zen Mackie Too many ironies, thought Susan, drunkenly. Too damn many ironies for one day. She reached for the bottle on her desk, but her hand went where the bottle wasn’t and only succeeded in knocking it into the wastebasket
PS: No this is not the plot of 'boy dominates sexy mom'. This is less extreme and more fun. It was 7am in the morning. I slept nude. I got up to dress myself. I did not get the wake up call from mom. Probably she knows that it is not safe to wake up devils