Hunt at the club

“I don't really care where you live at,” the feminine voice echoed in my head. “Just turn around boy and let me hit that,” thumped and pounded, into my body. ”Don't be a little bitch[…]

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Last chance….chapter 2

This is not a stroke story. It's an emotionally painful romance. The only sex that approaches explicit is phone sex. Chapter 2 Saturday About Hope: I was still upset Saturday morning. I thought she probably[…]

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Owning amber

I own a print shop in Miami and my life has most definitely changed. About a year ago, I hired a young girl named Amber. She had just turned twenty one. If a girl could[…]

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Brian's power

This story take place in medival times, and it's an idea I came up with a while ago.  To the jerk who keeps posting rude comments on my sex stories, fuck off. No sex in[…]

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First cum

I apologize in advance that this story takes a bit of time to set up. Sometimes the truth is quick, and sometimes the truth takes a while to impart. Thank you for reading. I experiencing[…]

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Poor tracey

Tracey considered herself American now, after all she had lived here for three years and was married to a fine American man. She was of course born an English girl, a slightly struggling English girl[…]

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