The sudden chime of the doorbell startled them, and they stared at each other. The doorbell rang again and Rhonda frowned. “Better pull out, baby. I’ll see who it is and get rid of them. You just keep that lovely cock warm, or even better, get him nice and hard again, ready for seconds.” Jerry pulled back, glancing down. His prick was wet with their mixed fluids.
Rhonda swung her leg over his head, giving him a momentary glance of pussy, open slightly, wet, reddened, before
Wanting to get in to better shape I decided to join a nearby gym. Moreover I was feeling the need to look at other men naked. With your experience you will know the type of young man I am. I am the one who spends longer than is necessary in the shower, stealing looks at other men’s cocks. I am the young man who is slow to get changed, sitting there pretending that there is an important message on my phone while giving long, lingering looks, at the dudes standing, holding their towels,
I couldn’t remember a time that the wrecker business had been this slow. The whole week that I was on call I had been able to sleep all night long, each night. This was very unusual since we are on the rotation list’s in our area for emergency call out. The day time operation hadn’t been much better and that was even more unusual.
I kind of figured that this Saturday night was going to be a little more active, but I had no idea it was going to be this active!
The phone rang at
They had enjoyed a fulfilling dinner. Sharing great conversation, laughs, flirts and playfulness under the table. The anticipation of Renee and Warren being alone grew, but they knew they had a long drive home and fucking would have to wait. Warren’s hand lay on the outside of Renee’s skirt, feeling the outside of her pussy, gently teasing it with his finger under the table. He had a look of wanting in his eyes and Renee wanted to feel his hard cock in her.
They paid their bill,
‘They’ say (and just who is the mysterious and omnipotent ‘they’, anyway!?!?) that the most effective pick-up line is one simple word.
Hi.
‘Hello’ sometimes works in a pinch, so ‘they’ say, but why waste three extra letters and another syllable? Hey, after all, you need to conserve energy for the inevitable carnal activities when such an alacrity in verbosity can be ultimately successful in producing the desired effect. Ya know, at least according
Millicent Burton, Milli to her friends and co-workers, leaned back in her chair, stretching her arms back to release the tension that had been building in her shoulders all day. The financial report she’d drafted was due tomorrow and she wasn’t going home until it was completed.
At 44 years old she’d risen to the top of the company she’d started with as a young woman and as joint acting C.O.O she still had a lot to prove to the men who’d put her there.
More so than
My wife and I have been married 3 years and for the first time in our marriage we hit a rut. We were both working long hours and I noticed our once healthy sex life becoming less and less exciting. Jen noticed it too, I was glad for that because I knew she missed the marathon sex we used to enjoy before we got married and thru the first year of our marriage.
So for my 30th birthday, she booked us a long weekend at one of those romantic resorts in the mountains. The room was amazing (a little
Erin sighed as sunlight spilled over her face. Winter always seemed to last too long. Autumn was her favorite season but nothing compared to the first warm rays of spring. The thump of the front door roused her from her languorous state.
“Hey mom, I’m home,” called Jacob’s familiar voice.
“I’m in the kitchen.”
Jacob’s youthful face rounded the dining room wall.
“Hun, why are you late?” Erin asked.
“That’s my fault Ms.
What can I say? I love anal! I really do! I don’t even know how I grew to love it. It just happened. I remember seeing it for the first time in a video and thinking it was interesting. Before I knew it though, it was in every other video I watched.
I mean, I love regular fucking as well, but there’s an animal quality to anal that pussy fucking can’t seem to reach. Think of a woman’s vagina and you’re thinking of something sacred.
But a woman’s backdoor
I’m pretty much a creature of habit. At my age, you tend to be. I mean sixty is not ancient, but for sure I am no callow youth any more. Matter of fact, I only have one enemy: the fucking mirror! I pass a window on the street and see that reflection staring back at me? Don’t know him! Inside I am still that thirty something marathon runner, dad and husband.
My wife of thirty four years died two years ago. I still have my business, the kids visit from time to time or I go see them. I