Jogging wasn’t his first hobby, but it was among them, and though a far cry from athletic he was in fair shape. His brown hair was downy-soft, and usually kept styled in a side-parted taper cut that looked professional—if a bit old-fashioned. His eyebrows were dark, his eyes a mottled shade of green that made him look intelligent and engaging... well, at least they did under more forgiving circumstances. Where exactly had everything gone wrong, then? He’d always tried his best to treat her nice and to make her happy. Somehow along the way, she’d begun to classify his actions into his gender role, into a gender culture. Being attracted to her meant he was objectifying her. Disagreeing with her was oppression. Hurting her feelings was tantamount to abuse, whether or not it was fucking intentional. He could more easily picture Chloe for her frowns and crossed arms rather than her sweet smiles. For her cold shoulder and her special coffee mug with the words “male tears” emblazoned across drilled it. How had this distance crept between him and the cute geek girl he’d fallen for, and how hadn’t he been able to do a thing about it? A knock on the apartment door woke him from his reverie. Swearing under his breath, Brian stumbled up out of his cum seat and into the small living room, overturning a small stack of old textbooks in cock the process. “Gimme a sec,” he called, looking around. His flat-screen was leaning against the wall, unplugged and trailing video cables across the floor. Indentations in the carpet and stray candy wrappers were all the remained of his missing couch, and a haphazard pile of his DVDs were heaped in front of the pillaged DVD rack. The giant bookcase stood empty, and those books that hadn’t ascended with Chloe in her great journey was strewn about the purgatorial malaise of Brian’s apartment. Nope. Total loss, no point in even trying to tidy anything. Sighing, he swung the front door open. A pale, dark-haired cutie of vaguely Hispanic descent stood, her fist poised to knock again. It was Emily, one of his best friends whom he’d known all the way back through high school. Her petite, somewhat cunt underdeveloped body was often the subject of her self-depreciating humor, she dressed in stylish clothes containing anime references, and she usually sported an infectious, adorable grin. Today, she wore an uncharacteristic expression of concern that really drove home the gravity of his situation. “Heeey,” Emily said, stepping forward for one of her trademark exceptionally awkward hugs—she was short, the top of her tousled pixie-haircut only just reaching Brian’s shoulder. “How’re you doing? Are you okay?” “...I’ll be okay.” “You’d better,” she affirmed, squeezing him tightly. “Um. He was right to be concerned. “My looks. His lips were so smooth, drilled I dreamed of kissing them, and his ass was so thick, I almost missed a play on the line because I was staring at it. The hot air played on the shirt's fabric, highlighting dark rings and uncomfortably long protrusions that were wreathed by the hints of shapes and patterns, I had seen earlier. Why wouldn’t he just do it? With her legs and body on top of me she had me pinned to the table, cum but I looked down, past her tits to another set of two legs standing in front of cunt Liz. Mom's bowels gripped me. My pussy clenched as the pleasure melted down my girl-dick and into my snatch. Do you have any idea how that must have felt? They did not notice anything. How someone fucking so small could take something so deep was truly a miracle of physiology. Taylor could feel the cock onset of her orgasm, she took Jack’s dick as deep as she could. Loved her cunt. Oh she had the body for them, but still, this was her MOM.
My pussy was very wet, and his cock was extremely hard and throbbing. All he had to do was push it into me. I was ready and didn't have the strength nor desire to stop him." Jim laughed. "Oh baby, suddenly I'm hard again. I think I'll have to punish you for having such naughty thoughts about our good friend, Keith." His laughter changed to gasps and then deep moans when Lucy scooted down the bed and took her husband’s cock in her mouth. The next morning Lucy's mind was in turmoil when she stepped into the shower. As the water cascaded over cock her body, little tremors ran through her while her hands ran softly over her hard nipples before cum gliding down over her trembling belly to caress her pussy. She shut her eyes as she thought about what might have happened the previous afternoon had they not been interrupted. She and Jim were now clearly agreed that she would have sex with Keith. The original plan was to only tease and build sexual tension that would translate into raunchy sex between them her and her husband when they talked about it while having sex together. That plan was now changed. Lucy slid three fingers into her vagina and recalled how close she and Keith had come to complete the act. She imagined how good Keith’s cock would feel in her pussy. That caused the folds of her labia to swell. She found her clit and massaged it as she envisioned Keith penetrating her vagina with his fat cock. That thought alone caused her fingers to become coated with her juices. She moaned quietly as a small drilled orgasm coursed through her body. Lucy licked the juices from her fingers and made fucking up her mind. Today would be the day she'd let Keith have his way with her. Lucy was now sure that her husband, Jim, wanted that to happen, cunt and she was absolutely sure she wanted it to happen. By the time she had fixed her hair, applied makeup, and put on her smallest bikini, she was nervous but ready for her first real look at Keith's magnificent cock. Since it was a weekday afternoon, the pool was deserted when she got downstairs. Lucy felt disappointed when she saw Keith wasn't anywhere to be found. Jim had taken the day off and hopefully watched from their hotel balcony as she walked to a double chaise lounge. Lucy spread her towel over the double chaise and stretched out to enjoy the warm sun. A few minutes later, she looked up as a shadow crossed her body. Lucy used her hand to shield her eyes from the sun. She smiled when she saw Keith standing beside her. I grab my wife’s hips and force her to her hands and knees. We hug and hold fucking each other as the other three bounce around the house all excited that they are home. Alex winced as he watched his brother fall to the floor in agony. --- Then, let’s do it. Her make-up was running, and her eyes redden from tears, but she managed to stand up and with some effort secured Gina to the cross. He closed his eyes cunt with them open up just enough to see through them. I ask. Mark held up two fingers to the cum bartender, ordering a shot for each of them. He wasn't ready for what greeted him: lined up in a single row were eight men, each completely naked, save for cock those wearing blindfolds, ball gags, and/or chains. I first laid eyes on Joanna Marcus-Nelson several months ago while on trial after being arrested for a necro sex offense. But his thrashing slowed as she kept her pussy against him. He swooped down and pulled Ellie close drilled for a wet kiss, his tongue jabbing into her mouth like a worm.<
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