Ian clears his throat and stands, walking toward me. “Do you know why you are being punished, slut?” he asks with an edge to his voice.
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My Mission to Masturbation
I rubbed harder and faster, my breaths became panting, ragged gasps. Sweat formed on my brow. I rubbed and I rubbed, my fingers chasing my climax up a hill to reach a plateau. Running across that plateau, standing on the edge, then suddenly, I tipped over. My orgasm ripped from me, to be hurdled through space.
Malo en México
I’m engrossed with the song when I feel hands land on my hips. Opening my eyes in surprise I stop moving but feel the hands shift, pushing and pulling to keep my hips in rhythm. “Your body is like liquid lust, it makes me want to touch you, taste your coño, hold, and suckle your tetas.”
Role-Play with Mister K
“I feel great, Sir”, I reply. “And I will be eating, just not dinner.” Lowering myself to my knees, I crawl under the table until I am kneeling between his feet. I slide my hands up his legs, stopping at the fly of his pants, looking up at him through my lashes.
Handy Wake-up Call
Slowly, pulling the blankets away from my naked body, he puts me on display for his pleasure. Sliding one leg over mine to hold it in place, he lets his eyes roam over my body as he continues his ministrations.
Down the Bunny Trail
An erotic Easter tale.
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