Nineteen and counting.

Nineteen and Counting. ————– Her delicate left hand was travelling erratically over her own soap drenched body, while her right was applying flat, concentric, experienced motions over her puffy engorged pleasure center, radiating its exaggerated[…]

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Burglary becomes bondage

Betty stood in the kitchen doing dishes enjoying the view over the freshly manicured backyard. She loved the way the company she hired did their work, smoothly mowed lawn, weeded flower beds, pruned flower stems[…]

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Needing you part 4

But for Vince… it was harder. He couldn't tell what path would lead to Vince's center or where his submission truly lay. The challenge focused him in ways he hadn't felt in a long time.[…]

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My friend ed

My name is James. I was 16, and I went to a private school in England. I’m a keen sportsman, with the toned body which goes with it. My sexual experience is limited; I’d managed[…]

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