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Taylor, Carey, and I are all 15, and this is The Night: They made me cum 18 times. The first 11, I was active, or I was alert. For the rest, I just laid there and took it. In order: 1: Taylor caught me masturbating in the bathroom because her bathroom door doesn't lock
Sarah held the phone in her left hand with an amused look upon her face as her right hand trailed along the side of the carved wooden armchair in an almost playful manner
I had no idea my sister liked her sex kinky. She told me all about it in one of those girlie chats where all the fruity details about your sex life get revealed



I Surrender “Baby, I'm home." I heard her voice coming from the front door. “At the kitchen, honey!" I stated and smiled as I listen to her footsteps. Nostalgia ate me as I immediately recognized her perfume and remembered the day I completely surrender to her
Stephanie felt the young woman's soft hand on hers and almost trembled. "I'd love that," she answered right away, much to her surprise. "I'll see if my mother is available to watch Benjamin." "We can meet at Peter's Pub. It's not far from my place on Rosewood Lane



copyright: Lesley Tara, 2012 Sally-Anne whistled quietly to herself, in a happy mood as she cleaned Room 517 on the top floor of the hotel
Chapter 35 TRAINING PART 2 As the training went on, the girls learned the body language of submission. Twatsucker taught the girls the animal, instinctual signs of the submission of women - baring and offering the wrists, baring and offering the neck



Futa Naked In School – Futa's Naked Temptation Chapter Three: Ginny's Naughty Futa Revelation By mypenname3000 Copyright 2018 Ginny Reynolds's Week, Wednesday I huddled in my house's upstairs bathroom as the shower's spray grew colder and colder



The Exhibitionists Episode 3 Barrista Disclaimer: what follows is a work of fantasy. As such, I have chosen to set it in a world where birth control is 100% safe, effective, and available, and all STDs have been eradicated



SEX AND TRAGEDY: My Story: Part 1 The account that you’re about to read is a true story that I’ve put together for a friend. I have tried seeing things from a female perspective, and hope that it comes across well. Names, quite naturally have been changed



Alexandra woke with a groan. Beside her, she heard Bell also waking up, mumbling something about a strange dream. Bell was always first to rise, with Alexandra taking her time
The Female DJ in Portugal Series. . The club wasn’t very busy this evening, there was some fiesta going on in Portimao. Consequently, I was feeling a bit down, I like a good crowd to work with



Oh My! As Anne weeded her rose garden, Heather walked up silently falling to her knees beside Anne began to help. Anne looked at Heather and smiled. The help was welcome and knowing Heather was a deaf mute she just smiled her thanks
I hope you all like the second part of my story. Any feed back would be greatly appreciated. Julie spent the following hour tending to Rachel’s beautiful, but bruised, body, gently rubbing soothing baby oils and lotions into her skin. “Oh my little baby,” she said
“It’s all your fault we’re late!” I exclaimed at my friend, Edward, as we rushed down the corridors of the star port. “You wanted to buy that fraking recorder!” he yelled back. Edward and I were supposed be on flight 997 to Rapture at 1400 hours Colonial Time