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Beautiful Busty Brandy Is Blissfully Banged, By Balding Bachelor Bob, With Bare-bone Ball-istics, In The Bedroom. Part Five.

"Like real crime fighters, we nail each other while playing Bob's adult version of Clue."

Part Five. Like real crime fighters, we nail each other while playing Bob's adult version of Clue.Brandy, once vulnerable, quickly recovered from my tongue-lashing of her Pink Panther. She wrapped her arms around me, pressed her soft tits against my...

Neighbour Fun 2

"She has to shag her neighbour to keep her husband from finding out about her affair."

After I got home from Phil’s, I dived into the shower. I had his spunk dripping down my leg; God, if hubbie Ron ever saw that! I took the rose off the shower lead, smothered the end of the pipe...

The Taming Of Travis McClure

"A voluptuous LSU senior discovers new paths to becoming a campus icon"

Ashley Martin adjusted her lingerie top—the black one with lace trim that showed just enough cleavage to make her communications professor uncomfortable—and reached for her vodka soda. The ice clinked against her multiple bracelets as she brought the glass to...

Ghost In Her Daylight Circle

"A clandestine long-distance ache where daylight flaunts her to others while midnight surrenders her fiercely to me alone."

Whispers in the daylight fade,our secret tucked behind shared smiles—friends circle close, but I remaina shadow at the edge of miles.You laugh with them, your eyes alight,while I ache in the distance’s grip;a thousand miles of empty nightwhere only echoes...

Cash In Hand 11 – “A Real Exposure” – Part 3 Of 3

"John and JJ reconnect, and cum to an agreement about Richard..."

From the bedroom window, John looked out into the night's darkness. He watched as his wife stepped inside their neighbour's well-lit pool house. As she did so, his stomach churned a little with uncertainty, and yet, his cock was erect,...

Bassline Surrender (145 BPM)

"From club bassline to ruined sofa, two women push into desperation, deliberate wetting, and more than one kind of surrender."

The bass pounded my chest at 145 beats per minute. Sweat and expensive perfume mixed with a whiff of weed in the air. Strobe lights cut the club into sharp flashes, turning everyone into a series of freeze frames, arms...