Restraint
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Postad:17 augush 2018 9:43 am
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She enjoyed telling him about the girl's retreat. She knew what the reaction would be. She looked forward to the consequences.
She went into great detail describing what it felt like to have her pussy eaten by her best friend, to have a series of orgasms delivered by other women.
To eat her friends' cunts.
His erection inside his jeans was obvious. His hands clenched and unclenched. She had no fear of him hurting her. She knew he was seriously turned on. So was she.
"Get undressed", he said. "I'll be right back."
She stripped out of her gray and purple striped tee shirt, her matching gray leggings, her purple thong. He came back with a set of ropes in his hand.
Restraint.
Just what she was hoping for.
"Get on the bed", he said. "On your elbows and knees."
She obeyed. He fastened one end of the ropes around her wrists, drew them behind her back. The other end of the ropes were fastened around her ankles. She was his now, her ass in the air.
Waiting to be fucked.
Which is exactly what he did.
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Girl's Retreat
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Postad:16 augush 2018 9:46 am
Senast Uppdaterad:17 augush 2018 9:19 am 7505 besök
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It started as a simple weekend getaway with her best friends. A little wine with lunch led to flirting. The pool was deserted. First the tops came off, then the rest of the bikinis.
She had always loved cock. Loved it.
Now she found herself staring at her friends and appreciating the female anatomy.
Kisses led to fondling. Which led to tasting.
So she lay back while her best friend went down on her, and her other BFF held her and kissed her.
She decided she couldn't wait to tell her husband.
So she could experiment with him.
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Thought for the Day
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Postad:15 augush 2018 6:55 am
Senast Uppdaterad:16 augush 2018 8:02 am 7316 besök
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One thing he knew for sure, he wanted her. She was a rare woman. She exuded sex.
Flirtation had progressed to dating. Things were very intense. She would fuck him anywhere, anytime. He could fuck her anywhere, anytime.
And now they were in her bed. He was naked from the waist down, his penis fully erect, semen leaking from the tip. Normally she would lick it off, or wipe it from the head of his cock and lick her finger, or let him lick it.
She was naked from the waist up, but then again, she was usually naked from the waist up. He took great pleasure in undressing her, peeling off her clothes, unwrapping the gift that she was for him. She was the giver of the gift, and she gave generously.
He had kissed his way down her body. Her back arched as he approached her hips. She was still wearing her panties. He kissed her thighs, licked them gently. She reached for his head, pulled him toward her sex.
He licked her through the cotton material of her panties. She shuddered. He could smell her, it was intoxicating. He noticed the wet spot between her legs, licked it. Now he could taste her. He wanted more.
He pulled her panties to one side, dove in. She loved his tongue, could feel him inside her, all around her. His mouth sucked on her clit. He used one hand to split her labia, used his tongue to bring her home.
She came. Hard. He loved it.
He loved being married to her.
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Something to Think About
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Postad:14 augush 2018 8:28 am
Senast Uppdaterad:14 augush 2018 8:28 am 7322 besök
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She walked across the floor, carrying her shopping bags, her heels clicking on the hardwood floors. He sat in the chair, reading his magazine. He pretended not to notice her. His wife was hot, but also, he had learned over the years, a little high maintenance.
She was frustrated by his lack of attention. It wasn't that he was inattentive, but shopping gave her a rush. It made her horny. She wanted his attention.
She went into the bedroom, set the bags on the bed. She reached under her dress, pulled her thong down, stepped out of it. She reached behind, unhooked her bra.
"I might was well go for it", she thought to herself, pulling her arms out of the straps, and setting her bra on the bed.
She went back out to the kitchen. He watched her intently, but pretended not to. She went to the cupboard, reached high, took out a glass. Her dress rode up the back of her thighs. She could feel the coolness of the air conditioning on her sex. She knew she was exposed. She began to moisten.
She went to the refrigerator, pressed the glass against the lever. Ice came out. She repeated the process with the water. She took a sip, turned, set the glass on the island. She went back to the fridge, opened the door, bent over to look in the bottom drawer. It was her turn to pretend. She pretended to look for something. Her intent, however, was to give him a view of her backside, including her vagina.
She drew a heavy sigh. "How long did she have to keep up this charade?", she thought.
She went to the other side of the island, sat down on one of the stools. She pulled the straps of her dress down, exposing her shoulders and her breasts. She realized that her water glass was on the other side of the island. She hiked the back of her dress up, arched her back, leaned forward, retrieved her glass. Her pussy and asshole were now exposed to him. This is what she wanted.
He put his magazine down. It was obvious she wanted him. His fingers. His mouth. His penis. He was already erect.
He stood up, approached her from behind.
She heard him come to her. She smiled, and arched her back a little more.
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Something to Think About
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Postad:13 augush 2018 5:55 am
Senast Uppdaterad:14 augush 2018 6:23 am 7319 besök
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She pushes herself down to the edge of the cushion. Of course, it wasn't her idea. Her lover suggested it.
"Open your legs, Baby", she says. "Let's see what kind of heat you're packing."
She pulls her panties to one side, exposing her sex. She pulls on her mons, opening her labia.
Her lover has a decision to make. Fingers? Mouth? Both?
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The Pursuit of Perfection
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Postad:12 augush 2018 6:22 am
Senast Uppdaterad:13 augush 2018 5:50 am 7635 besök
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We all want perfection in our lives. We seek it. We strive for it.
She has perfect genitalia. Open like a flower. I'm sure this did not happen on its own, that there was some manual stimulation.
A gentle caress.
fingers inside.
And then she stopped.
And the photographer took this photo.
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Thought for the Day
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Postad:11 augush 2018 9:59 am
Senast Uppdaterad:12 augush 2018 5:57 am 7826 besök
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She's on her knees in front of me, bent over. She reaches around, pulls at her right buttock. She's beckoning me to take her, showing me where she wants to be penetrated.
And so I do, my long, thick, fully erect penis pushes inside her.
She moans.
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