Oral Sex - Page 539

Let me start off by saying that this is a true story although the names have been changed to help keep people from finding out I wrote about them, and if you want to comment on the story, be my guess, but please only constructive criticism, I wrote this for you to enjoy not for you to bash

ling with MARKHAN, the most ancient and powerful member of a race of mysterious, shape-shifting beings who live in the wilderness of the Pacific Northwest and the various young women who fall under his domination and control, both physically, emotionally, and sexually over the course of many decades

Marie (1) Marie had shoulder length brown hair, was less than five foot tall and had an innocent air about her that I found really appealing. When she was embarrassed her face just looked so angelic and she would flush bright red, looking at the floor

How her kid brother got involved We continued fucking and sucking for the next month…probably at least 3 times a week…and she was getting DAMN good at it, and we were starting to get a bit relaxed and safe I guess…because we got caught

I was trying my darnedest to suck my little sister’s tits, but it was proving to be an exercise in futility . She was bouncing wildly on my lap, and I couldn’t keep ahold of them

Bri waited until her parents had gone down the driveway and drove out of sight before running back upstairs. They were going to Vermont for their anniversary, and she had the house to herself for the weekend

“Hey loser,” Ken says as he shoves me into my own locker. “You’re such a fucking sissy. You know that, right?” “Good one, Ken!” Weston says. “Why do you guys always have to pick on me?” I ask. Ken goes to hit me and I cower

Lisa and Jace both slept better than they had in a long time that night they spent together. Jace replayed the night in his head for the next several days, as did Lisa. They messaged each other frequently, just like lust-stricken teenagers

This is a different kind of write up. I thought this would appeal to some people as change is always nice. This story involves an interview related to one of my older stories. I sat down and interviewed my friend

Daddy says that I will be punished for any spelling mistakes so I have checked but if any are found comment below and suggest the punishment that I should get as Daddy thinks that would be appropriate..

I'm remembering that if you post too many parts to a story at one time, you'll start getting negative votes just clear the parts off the recent list. I may slow down the posting. This part continues to be b/b and gay. Please do not bother reading unless you are into it

I used to be afraid of the dark, until you showed me just how wonderful it could be. Losing my sight behind a blindfold has over time sharpened my other senses dramatically. As soon as you cover my eyes I become a different person

At the hotel bar she’s just finishing her glass of wine, relaxing from the meetings of the day. It had been ten hours since she left her room this morning, and she can’t wait to get back to it now

I’d like to start by saying that my dad is an absolute asshole. I was born in a small town called Groundsberg, Connecticut. My mother was born there. My father was born there. My sisters were born there. It was very important to us at one point

Fbailey story number 682 Free Balloon Animals Perhaps I need to start out by telling you something about myself first. I make animals out those long skinny balloons

PART 1 – The Guy The girl begged so well. Her eyes stared back at me, and as she said “Please,” it was unclear whether she was pleading for the horror to stop or whether she was desperate for more. I shifted uncomfortably as a burgeoning erection began to push at my jeans

The Futa Fairy – Futa's Hot Boss Wish Chapter Two: Ms. Kim's Futa Motivation By mypenname3000 Copyright 2017 I stood trembling, staring at the face of my eighteen-year-old daughter standing in the doorway of the conference room. Normally, this wasn't a big deal

Subject: I Meet Beca I stopped my bike and planted both feet on the ground. Approaching me was a young jogger. The girl had a sweat band around her head, her hair in two braids and a smile on her face. Her sweat soaked t-shirt was plastered against her two perfect mounds

I pushed him away from Donna and me, as I walked away he grabbed me and shook me and said "I didn't spend my time and money making you ours to you to just give it away to some random slut"

When I woke the next morning, a wave of terror overtook me. It came sunddenly, like an electric shock, and froze me in place. My muscles turned to stone. Every pore of my body gushed sweat, and my legs began to tremble. My best friend Noah was dead