"How could she improve her annual snowman?"
“Sixteen’s a bit old for this, isn’t it?”“It’s tradition, Mum. Every winter it snows, I make a snowman.”“Very nice, dear. I’m going inside.”Alone, she took the final item from her coat and fixed it in place, then stood back, admiring...
Strumming herself to thoughts of her neighbor, Lydia's on the brink of orgasm when–The doorbell.It's him, wanting sugar.'Oh, sure Lloyd!'As she leads him to the kitchen, Alfie the cockatoo beats his wings. ‘Sure Lloyd!’ he shrieks. ‘Woo-hoo!’'I never know what...
Can the light angel sustain me when faced with the swirling darkness? Smiles, the light makes me breakfast in bed after the darkness stole my night for herself. You may ask me where do my angels battle?My head.My...
He was deep in his lover’s ass. He worked his cock back and forth, listening to the moans of pleasure. He controlled the pace, never going fast but ensuring the pleasure was being felt.His lover moaned out, “God, yes, you...
Bent over, wiggling and singing, she laid a plate of cookies and warm milk on the table to satisfy tradition. Her smile broadened when a pair of hands grabbed her waist and pulled the naughtily captioned garment aside.“Baby, you couldn’t...
"What's with last night?""Sorry! It all happened so fucking fast. Club, smile, her place, we're naked.""Like?""Girl's crazy natural, pussy and the rest. And she smelled.""That's not good.""No, not ick, something else. It was...""What?""Some sort of dope vapor voodoo. I felt...
The morning sun casts through the blinds, painting stripes of light onto her perfect shape.I grab my cock, eyes tracing the cleft of her still-damp labia. He'll be home soon; the man who owns this pussy.Mine for another few moments,...
"A blind date with a lustful vampire..."
I died last night.I’m watching now.Me, lying on crisp white sheets that billow with the breeze from the open window as the rain drips and puddles on the wooden floor.The marks still visible to see. Two blood red streaks on...
"All for cum and cum for all!"
“Prêt? Allez!”Breeches fell, swords were drawn from soft scabbards, and they met - thrust, parry, thrust!Porthos’ purple point grazed Aramis’. Grips tightened, drawn together, corps-à-corps. Lips mashed, moustaches tangled. Their duelling pink épées wrestled in their fist-sheath.D’Artagnan watched from his...
