Tokyo Face Fuck
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Sakura’s disappearance was abrupt and unexplained. She was missing, like a visible hole, from the last-day-of-school party, showed up late to all her exams in a wrinkly uniform and greasy hair, then brushed off Natsumi when she tried to talk to her afterwards. At the post-exam party (Natsumi sometimes felt her life was nothing but a procession of identical parties) Sakura was again missing in action, leaving Natsumi to drift around with Hayato, enduring his awkward flirtation and puppy-dog eyes.
‘Hey, do you know what’s going on with Sakura?’ Natsumi asked one of Sakura’s fashionable friends she didn’t know too well. The tall beautiful girl just looked at Natsumi strangely and shook her head.
‘Still chasing after her, huh?’ said Rin, appearing as out of nowhere. Her green hair had turned into streaks of black and orange.
‘None of your business.’ Natsumi took a long gulp of her beer, trying to look disinterested. Rin just looked on with knowing, smug eyes. Natsumi wanted to throttle her, but instead she just returned to Hayato.
He was pushing back against the wall again, as if wanting to merge with the paper. Natsumi tossed him a drink, seeing as how she had finished with her last one. ‘Your little shoulder devil not here either?’
Hayato shrugged. ‘Yui? I guess this party is too mainstream for her or something.’
‘Well, it looks like we’re the squares now.’ Natsumi raised her bottle to clink against Hayato’s. ‘Drink up.’
A few hours later things were starting to wind down. There had been a fistfight and the friends of the two combatants had left in seperate sulking camps, leaving only a smattering of people to linger in the ruined atmosphere. Natsumi and Hayato ended up on the couch. He had his arm around her, and she wasn’t sure when that had happened. She felt strange, like the air around her was heavy liquid beating down on her, turning everything anyone said into distorted echoes. She was warm. Really warm. She had probably had too much to drink.
Hayato was grabbing the back of her head, turning her towards him, and kissing he on the lips. Time was syrupy and variable, the movement of his head to hers passing in a milisecond and the kiss lasting hours. She felt her hands go up to clasp the back of his head and hold him to her without her command or consent. She felt distantly alarmed that parts of her body were mutinying.
Natsumi supposed she should try kissing back. After all, every other girl liked kissing boys, would be thrilled to be in this position. But it was like kissing a fish. Everything felt wrong — there was just something about the subtle proportions of the face, the rapacious tongue, the stubble that ground against her chin and felt like it would slice it open — all of it felt slightly wrong in a way she couldn’t quite define.
Hayato reached out and grabbed her breast. It was then that Natsumi broke away from him. The room was still spinning, but she no longer felt like she was swimming in syrup, and everything was moving in regular time now. He looked shocked. ‘I’m sorry, I didn’t mean–‘
Natsumi shook her head. She realized that she had given him a moment of hope there that would torment him for a while. ‘I’m sorry. I’m really sorry, but I– I can’t. I really can’t.’
He looked at her with a mixture of confusion and accusation. Natsumi stood up, tugging her purse around her shoulder. ‘Sorry, I-I have to go.’ It wasn’t the right thing to do. She should have stayed with him and tried to talk him through his inevitable heartbreak, but she just couldn’t do it tonight. She couldn’t unravel her own hopeless affection, let alone someone else’s.
On the way home, the subway car was near-empty and quiet except for a pair of drunken salarymen telling filthy jokes to each other and responding with undue roars of laughter. The darkness of the tunnels, lit only by the occasional industrial orange light that made things even worse, seemed like it wasn’t far from smashing the windows and flooding the car and carrying off all of the passengers who might then have the dignity to kick and scream.
As she stepped off the train the chirpy techno-pop ringtone of Natsumi’s phone went off, seeming like a noise from so far away. Natsumi wondered if she was just a sad drunk. The ring went off again. Grudgingly she dug the phone out of her pocket. A message from Sakura. Her stupor melted off her.
It was a series of messages from Sakura, actually, a confession poured out over 140-character chunks. She had been with Mr. Bradshaw (or, as she called him, ‘Ryan’). In his apartment all those days and nights, screwing their souls away. Natsumi felt like she was about to vomit. She had always thought Sakura’s crush on the teacher was one of those harmless hopeless things, like Natsumi and Hayato and seemingly everyone she knew harboured within them, letting it grow in spite (perhaps because) of the impossibility of it ever being fulfilled.
Sakura seemed happy, although worried about how she would explain everything to her parents now that she had to finally return to Earth. She gushed about Bradshaw to Natsumi, everything from his taste in music to the length of his cock. Natsumi’s first fear was that he was taking advantage of Sakura, and would leave her washed up in a pile of other disposable schoolgirls, popped cherries in a pile like collected box-tops. But then she tried to be generous to Bradshaw, assume that he was genuinely in love with Sakura — and that scared her more. What if they would be like this forever, wrapped up in their own little world while Natsumi helplessly orbited them?
Natsumi mustered up a couple lame replies to Sakura’s barrage of texts, congratulating her and adding in a few gossipy demands for more. Right now she knew that she should support her friend no matter what she thought of the relationship. And that meant being the gushing BFF and not the sad lesbian stalker.
Sakura was either oblivious or uncaring to Natsumi’s lack of enthusiasm and let her textual desire continue on, showering her friend with the gory details. This was what friends did, right?
—
The Saturday morning sun strolled into Terry’s room like an old friend. He sat there, basking in comfort, arm around the still-sleeping Mika. He gazed in wonder at her perfect face, the kind of perfection he only wished he could draw, her hourglass figure which formed an appreciable bump underneath his blanket… what in the world had he done to deserve to wake up next to a girl like her?
As if pricked by his gaze, Mika began to stir, her body slowly rumbling and coming to life. She opened up her ocean blue eyes and stared at Terry. ‘Hi there.’
Terry waved jokingly at her. She caught his hand and kissed the knuckle, staring up at him smokily. Mika took one finger between her lips and sucked on it like it was a little cock, swirling her tongue around it and leaving a thin sheen of saliva. Terry slid in closer to her, eager to be lost in the thrill ride that was her body.
Mika suddenly broke off from him. ‘I uh… I need to pee.’ She threw on a T-shirt and panties and sprinted out of his room and to the bathroom. Terry sat up and sighed at the tent in the sheets made by his newly insistent erection.
She returned after what seemed like forever and sat next to him, although without removing her clothes. ‘Sorry to run out on you like that, but when nature calls…’
‘No problem.’ Terry chuckled in an attempt to put her at ease. ‘So, uh… let’s talk about fantasies.’
Mika wrinkled her brow. ‘Fantasy? Like, uh, dragons and elves and shit?’
‘No, I mean like sexual fantasy. I was reading this thing online and it said that couples should talk about stuff like this.’
‘Was this one of your porno sites?’
‘No! It was an article.’
Mika rolled over and gave him a cheesy grin. ‘One of those magazines you read for the articles, eh?’
‘Listen, can you stop making fun of me and tell me a
fantasy?’
Mika looked at him for a little bit, face propped up by her hands like a kid. Maybe she was wondering if he was serious. After a little while she relented and spoke while raising a challenging eyebrow. ‘Well, I’ve always kind of wanted to be gang-banged.’
‘Really?’
‘Yeah. You know, surrounded by a bunch of guys in a dark alley, used and abused for their physical pleasure, left covered in their dirt and cum but strangely satisfied… I know it’s not the most politically correct thing, but whenever I masturbate the image just pops into my head, and it makes me cum like you wouldn’t believe.’ Her hand wandered down her body and to her panties, encouraging him to imagine it.
Terry gulped, not sure what to make of that. ‘Uh, wow. That’s good, that’s good… it’s important to share, you know?’
Mika laughed. ‘So how about you? What’s this fantasy you’ve been dying to get off your chest.’
Terry couldn’t even remember what he was going to bring up. ‘Uh, well, I’ve always been kind of curious about anal.’
Mika stiffened. ‘Not happening.’
‘Well you’re not making this a very fun couples exercise.’
‘Sorry, but my butt is exit-only. Go ask some other slut.’
Terry wished he was better at reading people — especially when speaking in Japanese, where the nuances of emotion got lost behind the complicated mental apparatus of translation. He wasn’t sure whether Mika was genuinely pissed off or just playing around. ‘Sorry, I won’t bring it up again. How about your tits?’
‘What about them?’
‘Can I fuck them?’
Mika rolled over and gave Terry a long look, as if she was also trying to gauge his seriousness. While doing so she slipped off her shirt to unveil the body parts in question, as if presenting them as court evidence. They were heavy but stood out proudly like two missile tops, shaded tan with mocha kisses for nipples. She turned onto her back with a roll of her eyes. ‘Do you know how many guys I’ve been with that have asked to do that?’
‘Um…’
‘All of them.’ Mika cupped her breasts together, tightening up the exquisite valley between them that Terry was suddenly beginning to think of as the promised land. ‘What is it about these big ol’ things that men just can’t get enough of? I have two other perfectly good, warm, wet holes ready for their cock, but all they can think about is giving me a titfuck like they see in the porno movies.’ She turned to Terry, looking coy. ‘Can you explain it to me?’
At the mention of her warm wet holes in a sultry tone of voice Terry’s already stiff dick had pulsed with almost painful need. He tried to form syllables with his mouth, but it felt like the language department of his brain was turning out the lights and going home to party. ‘Um… uh… well… I guess that’s just the way men are.’
Mika pulled the American onto her. Her panties had vanished sometime during the conversation. ‘Why don’t you show me some more of what men are like? What they feel like… what they taste like… teach me, oh wise master.’
Terry slipped into Mika’s pussy before he even knew he was aiming for it. It was every bit as wet and hot and willing as she had promised. Beneath him her body was red hot, pumping back against him and writhing, raking her hard nipples against his chest. Mika grabbed him by the hair and pressed her lips to him, spearing her tongue into his mouth.
There was a special quality to morning sex, coming so soon after waking up and before their bodies had a chance to get jaded by the daily procession of mundanity. Every inch of Terry’s skin was like a live wire, sending him acutely observed sensations and feelings. Quite aside from the slick inferno that was her cunt, he felt like he could get off just on the sensation of skin rubbing against skin. He thrust into Mika slowly in a long movement while pressing tightly against her, trying to fuck her entire body.
If he was trying to slow down and take in every ounce of experience, she was going crazy, thrusting her hips up like a piston and demanding that he match her. Mika began making raw animal noises under him, speaking a private language.
‘Do it!’ she gasped.
Terry just let out an incoherent groan, not sure what she was talking about it.
‘Fuck my tits!’ Mika yelled. ‘If you want to so bad, fuck my goddamn tits!’
In a daze, Terry pulled out from her cunt, which was still clinging to him for dear life, and slid up her body. Mounting her chest, his hungry red cock poked straight down that heavenly valley. Mika grabbed her heaving breasts and held them togeter, forming a tight tunnel around his cock. His cock slicked with her juices, Terry begin to thrust up and down into her cleavage, enjoying the feel of the voluminous mounds but mostly the sight of his hard member disappearing between those breasts, those magnificent breasts. Beneath him Mika was furiously finger-fucking herself, spasming and moaning.
It was big sex, so decadent and over-indulgent that it was hard to believe he was even here, doing this, and when the realization came that this was actually his life and not a porno Terry came suddenly, throwing his head back as he was taken by his own set of shudders.
He still saw, out of the corner of his eye, the first jet of his cum land between Mika’s eyes, defiling her beautiful face. Terry leaned back, more out of losing control of his body than intention, and the next few lesser spurts showered over her tits, which were soon gleaming with his pearly seed. He looked at Mika, covered with his essence, and thought it might be the sexiest thing he’dd ever seen in his life.
‘Happy now?’ she said, smirking and licking her lips. He nodded dumbly.
Terry rolled off her, still trying to form a coherent thought. Mika sat up, cum running down her nose and off her breasts and dripping onto the sheets. ‘I think I need a towel.’
In the distance Terry could hear Naomichi banging around. He blushed, wondering if his roommate had heard Mika screaming about fucking her tits. Well, she certainly couldn’t go out as she was. Terry put on his boxers and darted across to the bathroom, grabbed a towel, and dashed back all in front of an eyebrow-raising Naomichi.
He offered her the towel and she wiped his cum off her. ‘I really have to get going,’ Mika said. She began pacing the room, trying to recover all the pieces of the outfit that had been scattered haphazardly
‘Come on, you can stay a while,’ Terry said, trying not to sound like he was pleading.
‘No, really, I have a shoot today, and I have to go home and get ready.’ Mika checked her reflection in Terry’s computer monitor and wiped a spray bit of cum off her forehead. ‘Thanks for the good time though.’
‘Let’s do this again,’ Terry said. ‘How about Friday?’
Mika looked at him in a way Terry couldn’t decipher. ‘Sure. But next time bring some friends, because we’re totally doing the gang-bang thing.’
She left the apartment with her purse swining like a metronome timing her steps. On the outside she was all smiles and cheer, but Terry couldn’t help but feel that inside there was something dark that he just couldn’t get at. Mika was easily the most beautiful girl he’d ever known, let alone slept with, but he could never imagine what she was thinking. Unlike his previous girlfriends, for the most part nerdy white chicks, he just couldn’t figure out her mental interiority. It was frustrating. He still had no idea how she felt about that morning’s events.
Naomichi offered Terry a cup of coffee. ‘She’s one hell of a girl, man.’
‘She certainly is.’
—
Yui had decided to stay home tonight. There was another drunken gathering at another semi-friend’s house, but she honestly didn’t feel up to it. Besides which, her hair was beginning to grow out, the dull black roots clawing up out of her scalp and putting the obvious lie to the painted colours of the rest of it. She had bought some more dy
e, but somehow she couldn’t even work up the effort to spend a couple minutes bowed in front of a tub rubbing strange liquid into her hair. In her lethargic summer state anything momentarily unpleasant was a no-go, no matter what the long-term (or even medium-term) benefits would be.
So Yui was spending the night in her room, lying on her bed with the stereo going full blast and staring at a Banana Yoshimoto novel that deflected all her attempts to read it. It wasn’t heaven, but it was comfortable.
The music died down and, in the momentary pause between sounds Yui could hear pounding at her door, that sounded a bit like a jackhammer. She dragged herself off the beg and opened the door a crack.
It was her mother, nose scrunched up as usual at the wall of noise. ‘Yui, dear, I’ve been knocking for over a minute–
‘Yeah, yeah, I didn’t hear you,’ said Yui. ‘What is it?’
‘There’s a friend here to see you,’ said her mother. Yui opened the door a bit wider and could now see Hayato standing in the apartment hallway, leaning against the wall. Her mother looked as skeptical as any mother would when their daughter gets a clearly drunk male visitor around midnight.
‘Oh hi Hayato,’ said Yui, trying to act scandalously casual. ‘Come on in.’
Yui’s mother walked away as Hayato walked to her room, his slow and careful steps telling sagas. He got to the room and shut the door behind him. ‘Man, Yui, I don’t know why you listen to this crap. It’s just some losers with second-hand instruments making as much noise as possible. That’s not even music.’
‘Well, I’m sorry that it offends you,’ she said, switching the stereo off. By the time she had turned around Hayato had draped his coat over her desk chair and sat down on the edge of her bed.
‘So yeah, I guess I just came to say you were right. I’m never gonna be with Natsumi. She’s a fucking dyke, just like you always said, and the only person in the world she cares about is that bitch Sakura.’
‘She’s not that bad,’ Yui said. ‘You can’t really blame a person for not liking you.’
‘And what’s that supposed to mean?’
Yui held up her hands defensively. ‘Just that people are gonna be attracted to who they’re attracted to, and there’s not much you can do about it. You in the general, not you in the specific. Not an insult.’
‘Thanks,’ Hayato said bitterly. He stood up off the bed and stepped closer to Yui. Another step closer, and now he was almost touching her. ‘You know, I’ve been a dumbass. Chasing after some dyke all this time when there’s a perfectly good girl right in front of me. You know what I mean?’
‘I… I…’
Hayato pressed his lips to Yui’s. The kiss was forceful and tasted of booze and someone else’s lipstick. It was what Yui had wanted for a long time, but now it just felt wrong, vulgar and sloppy. It took her a moment to work up the will, but when she did she reached up to push Hayato away. He stumbled on a stray piece of dirty laundry and wound up sprawled on his ass, looking up at Yui in confusion.
‘Geez, I guess I was pretty dumb to think at least one girl liked me.’
‘No, no…’ Yui muttered. She reached down to offer him a hand up. ‘It’s just… I don’t want to be your consolation prize. When you come to me… if you come to me… I want it to be because of me, not because Natsumi rejected you and you’re drunk and want to piss her off or want to get laid or something like that.’
Hayato got to his shaky feet. He looked like he didn’t understand.
‘Look,’ said Yui. ‘Call me tomorrow, once you’ve sobered up. If you’re still interested, we’ll grab drinks. Capiche?’
Hayato nodded slowly. Geez, he really was drunk. Yui opened her bedroom door and led him outside. ‘Are you okay getting home?’ she asked.
‘Yeah,’ said Hayato in a barely comprehensible slur. ‘Look, I’m sorry about everything.’
After he left, Yui’s mother turned to her with a raised eyebrow. ‘And what was that all about?’
‘Just another heart I had to break.’ Yui ruffled her hair mockingly. ‘It’s not easy being me.’
—
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Asian Porn SitesJust what is Tokyo Motion? Is it a viral dance taking TikTok by storm, or is it a reference to the roughly 1,500 earthquakes that happen in Japan every year? Well, if you’re really wondering, I guess you aren’t a regular visitor here at ThePornDude. Like every other website I’m writing up, this is one designed to help you bust a fat nut into a tissue or an old gym sock. The theme today – as you’ve probably guessed – is Asian porn.I’m not talking just about any Asian porn, though, as you...
Asian Porn SitesMy wife and I went to Turkey on holiday, at the time I was 32 and my wife was 29 I knew that the heat and relaxing atmosphere would make her so horny. We had been swinging for about 3 years in our local clubs, but this was the first time we had been holiday since we started swinging. On about the 2nd day Jane ( my wife), and I were lying round the pool, she was wearing a very skimpy blue bikini, and was lying on the sunbeds just chilling, . After a while I noticed 3 young lads who were about 19...
Read previous parts to understand why we were traveling to Bangalore. Narrated by David. It was a pretty busy morning. Everyone was rushing to bathe and pack things. We were planning to leave by afternoon. Most of the things were sent via shipment service. Still, there was a lot of luggage. I had already packed my stuff. Speaking of yesterday, I still couldn’t believe what I saw. The image of my sexy aunt getting fucked hard was carved into my mind. Her perfect body and those huge tits were...
IncestDear friends of ISS I am going to share with you an experience of a lifetime and I hope that you will find it enjoyable. Read this story while stroking yourself and you watch your hunger grow. This incident dates back to 2005, when I first came to Bangkok for doing my phd. I had never stepped out of the national borders and Bangkok was the first foreign experience for me. I was thrilled with the developments. Large chopping malls, pubs, bars and the infamous Doi Boy (Lady boy) shows. After I...
Life was a bit mundane for Tracy. She was married for about thirteen years. She was a wife, mother, daughter, friend, sister. But she felt very alone. Things were okay with her marriage. They had great sex, but did struggle connecting emotionally. This frustrated Tracy very much. Her husband was an introvert and she was more social. Then one day she went looking for something a little different. She had no intentions of cheating, but just wanted to see what was out there. She discovered that...
Introduction: Somewhat based on a true story – or at least I want it to be true I know I need it. I need to be dominated. I also need sex. Its been a couple of weeks without either and I know that emotional well being isnt as strong. That is the only reason that I can think of as to why I would have such an erotic dream, waking up with my pussy throbbing and wet. My Master knows that I have been bad – not doing my anal trainings, not following his directions, and touching my pussy without...
“Eddie, you do Mom first. You can show us how, and then we’ll do each other. Mom and I get to do you at the same time, okay?” “Sure, just remember, No Hands On.” “Eddie, how do you want me? I’m so excited, I’m shaking. I’ve never done anything like this before... I’ve never even heard of anything like this before. I know I’ll get so many comes, my pussy will hurt, but there’s no way I can go to sleep tonight without you showing me all about this new way of fucking.” “First of all, is there...
Summary: New teen cock sucker craves more big cock and loads of cum Note 1: Thanks to hfernandez1983 for the story idea and the intriguing revelation that hypno sissy videos exist in the first place. Note 2: Of course, all participants are at least 18-years-old. Note 3: Thanks to Robert, goamz86, and Wayne for editing this story. WARNING PLEASE READ: -This is a hypnosis story with potential influential subliminal messages within it. -The story contains hypnosis video scenes within...
My name is Vanessa and I’m 16, definitely too old for a babysitter. But my seven year old brother needs one and my parents have been hiring Joan since I was little. She’s kind of like family and I was even the flower girl at her wedding when she married Brian three years ago. He often came with her while she babysat and would work on his laptop or watch TV. Brian was super tall at 6’3′, especially compared to my 5’4′. He’s very stocky and wide, with muscle and fat. I usually find chunky guys a...
Without much hesitation I agreed and took a large glass of baileys from her, Amanda was gorgeous, to be honest. She was around 5" 4' but from the added height of the heels she had on tonight she looked an easy 5" 8'. She was wearing a short white dress that was mostly see through and was short enough that, if she bent over, you could clearly see her underwear which tonight was a leopard print G-string. She had died red hair that was styled perfectly and always looked great. As I took a...
I have not been home from the hospital but a little over a week, I had not been released to work full time so I would go in for half days only and I had to have someone to drive me to and from. My first two days went well and had a system down picked up at 7:00 am and home by 12:00 pm. So on the third day I went in to work my wife had stayed home on this day. We have not spoke much about what all happen to us in the hospital but I have been thinking of watching my wife kissing and sucking the...
As it turned out, no one but her extended family got to see Erin swim. She was eliminated in her first individual heat race and her medley relay team was disqualified when their backstroker false started. She was done before Adam, Shelly, Leslie and Trinity finished their 10 a.m. class. She was somewhat dejected to see her scholastic swimming career end with her standing quietly poolside but she was gratified that Sean, Nora, Rachelle and Mike were there to console her. Sean sent a text...
Father, Daughter And Daughter's Girlfriend Bonding - Take 2 Note for readers This carrys on from the end of part 3 Peter awoke later in the night to the sounds of his wife and daughter's steamy love making and the sound of the family bed creaking it was such a still and silent night you could hear a pin drop and they where getting so carried away with what they where doing that they didn't know how much noise they where making and how loud they where. He was lying...
Sai: :Sai waking up: Oh god my muscles still hurt like hell. :Yawn: :Get’s up: I think I’m going to go for a walk since the girls are still asleep. Nuku Nuku: :Nuku Nuku wakes up: Hi PAPA-SAN! Sai: Ay! Jeez! :looks at Nuku Nuku: :Blushes: Sai: She really is cute and has that schoolgirl look. Yum.. What the hell am I saying? Nuku Nuku: Are you ok papa-san? :get’s closer: Sai: :blushes more: :Eiko opens door and enters: Eiko: Good morning dad :looks at Nuku Nuku: Eiko: Dad are you...
This is my 4th story in Indian sex stories. As usual it is not a real story but has been inspired from a friend’s life. I am really interested in sex chatting and role play, ready for any role play like doctor and nurse or teacher and student. I really love it when girls dominate me. Any girl/aunty can approach me for role play chatting and my email ID is– and please send feedback. Girls/aunty in Mangalore and closer areas can approach me for a hot, spicy relation. Full privacy guaranteed....
Hello friends, I am a regular reader of this site and incest is my favourite block on this website. After reading many stories I decided to upload my real stories which took place few days back. If you like it please reply me any unsatisfied girl,bhabhi and aunty want to be satisfy do contact me my e.mail id is First of all let me tell your about my self and my family. My name is sahil and my age is 21 years my body is average boy with a fair complection and my dick is 6 inch long and 2.5 inch...
IncestDon's problems started when the dot com bubble burst. He lost his job and like many IT people, could not find another. He and Mandy had been married for ten years and it had been a great ride. They both had high paying jobs so they lived well, in a large apartment, eating out regularly, vacations at swank resorts and lots of travel when they were bored. Even though they were married they each controlled their own finances. They split the household expenses and had the rest for...
My pet came to Me one day with a unique request, one that piqued My interest immediately. ‘Master, can Julie watch us play sometime?’ she asked. Julie, I knew, was one of My girls’ best friends and the two of them were quite close. They had been best friends for a long time, meeting shortly after she had moved here from South Dakota. ‘Julie wants to watch us in a session?’ I asked again, just to clarify things. ‘Yes, Master. She has been curious for awhile now, asking me questions about...
My day began the same as any other day but I knew tonight was probably going to be a little boring. My parents had been invited to a party which I wasn’t allowed to go to, well that’s another story in itself. Our neighbours had also been invited to the party which left me the great opportunity to ask their 16 year old daughter, Jen, around. That opportunity was soon destroyed when I texted Jen to ask if she wanted to come round and watch a movie and she replied no, I’m sorry but I have to...
“Uh, I think this is the wrong place.” “It’s the correct address,” Phil insisted. “That may be, but clearly, this isn’t right,” Abe countered. “It’s a church. What makes you think it’s the wrong one?” Meg asked. Abe bit his lip, not wanting to state the obvious, but his sister had no problem with stating what he was thinking. “Your uncle doesn’t think Tracy would attend a colored church.” Abe was silent for several moments, but couldn’t keep his frustrations bottled up. “Seriously,...
[ ]Setting across from Kristian and Hanna, his wife, I admit that I found it difficult to think of anything else but fucking her.As we sat outside at the small bistro, sipping sweetened tea, Hanna was showing me pictures she had taken of some of their sight-seeing around Rabat. I tried to concentrate on the images she showed me, and to listen to her enthusiastic appraisals of the architectural details of the various places they'd gone to, but whenever I looked up into her face, the only thing...
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Next part of how Steven Jennings became Vikki. Daylight flowed in through the still open curtains and I was slowly woken by early morning traffic outside in the town centre, wind through the trees and birds calling. I checked my watch for the time, 6:30 A.M.!. Realising I'd not get back to sleep now I decided to get out of bed and grab a coffee to wake myself up properly.My first task however was to try and get out from Gina's grasp. We'd fallen asleep last night with her spooning me, her right...
I'm not really sure what the fuck happened. The last thing I remembered before coming to in a dingy cellar surrounded by musty vegetables and the smell of goats and my own blood was being on the helo. Weeell, perhaps I should back it up a bit further. I joined up at seventeen. Dad was in the Army. A twenty year vet of Panama, the First Gulf War, and Kosovo before he was smart and got out before the gutting of the military by Clinton got his successor in trouble. I grew up knowing I was never...
Hannah sighed as she slipped her naked body into the steaming hot tub. There must be something wrong with me, she thought, as she was feeling extremely horny, and she had only just had a good long fuck with her sister, Samantha. Hannah's mind showed her all these images of their earliest sexual adventures with each other. Slowly, her hand started to move of its own accord. Her fingers left her chin, where they'd been resting, and softly traced down her neck and along the slope of one breast,...
Came home to parker fucking herself to marierocks video. She wanted me to see Her doing it because I texted her 10 minutes before I came home.Spread across the bed with with the shades open, laptop playing marierocks video fucking herself, with her middle finger fingering herself deep inside her pussy. Omg the sounds she was making. She pulls her finger out of her pussy and flips me off _|_ with her finger dripping Parker spread her legs high and open wide while still flipping me off ... you...
How many former figure skaters are now performing with the hottest porn stars on the planet? And how many of those figure skaters actually managed to bring home some fucking gold? I don’t know. But I know one of them: Jada Kai!Athletes gotta have a spectacular body to compete at the Olympic level. When you feast your eyes on Jada Kai, you will see that she never lost her Olympic body. She looks fucking hotter than over, and I urge you to follow her on Twitter.com/OfficialJadaKai.Because when...
Twitter Porn AccountsAuthor Notes: This is my first time at trying a porn type story. There maybe the need for some editing, but I decided to go ahead and post it. Enjoy! -=-= As I working on some paperwork at my desk, I heard the sounds of some women’s high heels walking in front my desk. So I looked up to see who it was. It was Michelle. When I saw it was Michelle let out a smile as she passed my desk. Michelle saw my smile as she passed my desk, and once she passed it she started to work her ass hard to make...
With apologies to Gilbert and Sullivan… Now that I in my 50s, it’s fascinating to find internet sites like Lush Stories to share recollections with the like-minded, as the old time personal ads liked to call it. One thing I never did do in over three decades of bisexuality is actually answer one of those “hook up” ads. Never quite had the nerve. I balked once or twice, putting thoughts to paper, but couldn’t find the resolve to go through the hassle. Discreet letter boxes, coffee meets, to me...