Charity Has its Rewards
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After a long chearleading practice, Amy was exhausted. She headed straight for the showers. Usually on Saturday night practices, the other girls didn't take showers in the locker room because they could just go home instead. Amy didn't care.
Amy slipped out of her practice clothes and turned on the warm water. She slowly stepped into the shower and let out a sigh. The water was so soothing, flowing against her sore body. She picked up a bar of soap and gently ran it down her neck, her chest, and across her stomach.
One of her hands found its way to her left breast; her hand cupped her breast, squeazing it and flicking her thumb over the nipple.
Amy's back was against the wall.
I pulled on my robe, thoughtfully left out by Bekker while we were sleeping, and headed out into the courtyard, where I was greeted with applause. Enna was seated on one of the couches under the pavilion, grinning at me and clapping her hands. “Y’know, if I hear another performance like that, I’m going to be gettin’ in line, m’lord!” I flushed, embarrassed. Everyone else was already up, Calliope giving me a cool look as she studied her spellbook under the pavilion, Katriana giving me a...
When they walked in the unlocked door, I froze like a deer caught in headlights. Although Carol was my girlfriend and we had great sex, I still enjoyed my closet dressing. Well one afternoon when no one was around, I took a bubble bath and pampered myself. Then I dressed entirely in Carol’s lingerie and sexiest short skirt. I was feeling sexy when in through the unlocked front door, Carol and her sister walked in, I couldn’t say or move a muscle. Carol and her sister just casually...
Some chick’s buttcrack was hanging out in front of me at the grocery store this morning as she grabbed something off the bottom shelf. She’d gone through a lot of trouble to mask up to prevent the spread of COVID but seemed to make no effort to halt that subtle spread of her cheeks as she squatted low, her booty cleavage exposed to me, and any other voyeur who happened to be around. I reached for my phone to snap a souvenir, but by the time I pulled it from my pocket, the young hottie had stood...
Premium Voyeur Porn SitesThese are the tales of my little Arab buttercup. My Aisha, now Annie. Having brought her out of Africa, so to speak, we had settled into American life. Working in Silicon Valley was good work for me. And with my well paid job my buttercup could spend her days writing and learning to be a good American. She loved it here. She also loved me. More than anything in the world. I had rescued her from a life she had hated and never wanted to think of again. Now we had moved on in our relationship. I...
BDSM----------------------------------------------------------------------------- When Isabelle wakes, her body groans from sleeping on the stone table. James is already awake, gazing down on his pet. In a brief moment of delicacy, he strokes her rumpled hair back from her face. The moment does not last long. James, in one fluid motion, gathers Isabelle over his shoulder, carrying her back to the chamber. A padded table of sorts awaits, and he binds her facedown. Her arms stretched together...
Introduction: The third in a series – a lord and his sex slave face an unfortunate situation. The comments and ratings have been fantastic, so I am obligated to continue this series – please read the first two, if you have not already done so, and of course, please enjoy the third installment. I hope to continue the series further, with reader encouragement, of course! —————————————————————————– When Isabelle wakes, her body groans from sleeping on the stone table. James is already awake,...
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SpankingThe meadow of grass was alluring; it beckoned me closer, tempting me to lay myself down in its embrace and take pleasure in the warmth of the afternoon sun. I had slipped away from the hustle and bustle of the village about an hour ago and have since been wandering the nearby woods, relishing the solitude that would, undoubtedly, dissipate the minute I returned home. I crouched down to study a patch of buttercups, picking just a few and rose up to continue my walk to the meadow. I’ve made many...
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“I ordered butterscotch,” she said, in a voice that sounded like she was unaccustomed to speaking over the meaningless noise of other people. It was a refined, educated voice but it was a voice that gave the impression that its possessor might have been more comfortable communicating in whispers. An English voice, not remarkable in London , and certainly pleasant to listen to with its warm, soft and almost timid tone. “I’m sorry, I’ll just change that for you,” replied the waiter then...
“I ordered butterscotch,” she said, in a voice that sounded like she was unaccustomed to speaking over the meaningless noise of other people. It was a refined, educated voice but it was a voice that gave the impression that its possessor might have been more comfortable communicating in whispers. An English voice; not remarkable in London , and certainly pleasant to listen to with its warm, soft and almost timid tone. “I’m sorry, I’ll just change that for you,” replied...
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