Her Night Out with the Girls

my wife is home from her night out with the girls. By the sound of...she’s inebriated... A few gins in and my most-times prudish wife becomes an insatiable minx
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my wife is home from her night out with the girls. By the sound of...she’s inebriated... A few gins in and my most-times prudish wife becomes an insatiable minx

The sound of a chair scraping over the plaster alerts me I’m no longer alone. I turn my head, the binoculars still held to my eyes, to find a man, across the way, in an adjoining building, watching — us? — through the window.

“Her owner’s personal favorite,” the MC’s voice changes in imitation, “Miss Ann has been trained to orgasm on demand.” A cheer rings out, and it takes everything inside me to hold back my smile.

I’m unsure how Shannon and Frank knew, as I’ve never mentioned anything about these desires to anyone, ever. But I’m certainly glad I said yes to one date.

I’ll have never caught her name. I’ll remember her as my sweet and sour girl.

Surrender yourself to your breaths, in and out. In and out, in and out.”

If you can make it there without crushing that raspberry between your kissable lips, you'll have completed your punishment

I have to give him points for creativity. As far as kinky fun goes, it’s pretty clever. Every move has my hardened nipples brushing against the satin fabric of my dress...

The hot water burns delectably as it flows over my ass, and regardless of the ointment or the bath, I know I have stripes littering my flesh.

The growing crowd watches fixedly as her fingers dance across the keys. Some, mostly women, are mesmerized by how simple she makes it look, her ability to instill emotion