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There was a young co-ed named Kellywho liked to flop on her bellyto play with her kitty till etimesgut eryaman sincan escort escort escort she moaned in a pityyet all was just fine as she came for a very long time. A husky young man named Jack liked to lie on his backand grab his large cockdressed only in sockshis growing erection was his only protection agin the varigies of life and his unfaithful wife.    

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Spread yourpalms, let him read theMounts of Venus. Iris to iris,watch him tastethe tips of slender desirelonging to encirclesurrender.Go slow when you holdthe smoulder of the Sun.Feel it dip into the horizons of shoulders,invite thumbs and index etlik escort to crafta vise,a gasp,a rapture oftwin peaks twisted onmolten flesh. Whimper,breathe, smile, swallow,follow the flash of instinct,exhale down keçiören escort to knees.Nascent passion grows when youlick the slick admission of desire,enclose a pulse in cheekbones taut,and glide away, a glacial kızılay escort pace.Steady hands will weavefamiliar patterns in your hair.Allow himto draw you to the rootof wantingand waitingfor your next intake ofbreathless air.By now, you know that loveis like oxygen,is like him watchingthe same woman behindclosed eyelids.Your safe space lies inthe mess you make ofa perfect syllablestifled by a push past lips,and a thrust too deep tosavour the presentpredicament -hold still, sweet girl, untilbutterfly seams hold time again.

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The eternal love poem – from a wild man and his trans wife. All persons are over 16. This is fictional but the events are inspired by the stories but not connected to them. From him I love it when you danceNipples erect and puckered to meet meOn your golden tanned chestThe outline of your ribbs when you lean forwardsYour Nipples meet my mouth one at a timeYou’re wearing my boxers againYour cock is curved inside themI guess they are too small for both of usBut they suit you so wellYou lean çankaya escort down and kiss me and I tell you I love you I pull down the elastic of your boxersAnd my hand holds your warm shaftThick in my fingers I begin to stroke and move your foreskinYour Moroccan features and your pink hairOur lips touch with love and careI love youI feel you become harder in my hand From her I lean down and hold your toned bodyThe hair on your chestThe soft hair on your legsYou’re rus escort wearing my undies todayAnd I’m wearing yoursYou’re my princess and my PrinceMy violet undies are tight on youYour pubic hair spreads at the sidesMy undies are flayed and have glitterI like to put glitter on your chest tooI lean down and kiss youMy PrinceMy loveMy knight without his armourI want to remove all your armourAll your fearsYour shoulders are broadYour beard gently tickles my chestWhen eryaman escort you kiss itYou’re playing with my cockI like the way it looks in your boxersIt was meant to fit your mouthYou make me happy to show itTo touch itWhen your lips are around itI want you so badlyIn every wayAnd I get urgesTo move my hipsTo push myself inside of youWhere I belongI like to start gentlyPressing the head between your cheeksI enter you gentlyFeel you warm around meAnd the warm feeling growsAnd it feels even nicerI push forward with my legs moreRun my hands across the shape of your headAnd your short hair thereBut once I’m deep insideI want to move fasterI tap into the natural flow of the universeThe desire to createTo make loveTo live and be a part of creation with you.  

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What is it that draws me so?Her bright red lips as they press to mine.Her tongue pirouetting and dancing its duet.Her firm, full breasts çankaya escort nestled warmly in my hands.Her rus escort hard, pink nipples responding to my fingers eryaman escort touch.Her curved, smooth ass cheeks, cupped, drawing her near.Her succulent pussy lips as if touched by the morning dew.Her hot velvet womb gripping my rampant desire.Her raven hair waving in pleasure.Her green eyes, reflecting, full of our deepest love, our fiery passion.No She is the sum of all this, and so deeply much more!     

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My beautiful, sexy wife, Jules, and I were heading out shopping. We were just about to leave when Jules says,“I must grab that new bra. I need to return it as it didn’t fit.”When we arrived at the bra shop, I decided I would go in with Jules, rather than wait outside. You just never know. A guy could get lucky. Wink Wink.A shop assistant, I suspect to be in her late fifties, approached and asked if she could help us in any way. Jules explained she purchased the bra and found it to be a little too small. The sales assistant, with the name Beverly on her badge, asked, “Would you like to exchange it for one that is the right size?”Jules replied, “Yes, please. That would be great. etimesgut escort Thank you.”Beverly, while guiding us towards the dressing rooms, said, “let’s take this to the dressing rooms down the back as the ones up the front get way too busy.”As we walked through the store I could see Beverly checking out Jules, as she walked down the back to the furthest dressing room. Beverly pointed out a seat for me to wait on, while she took Jules into one of the larger dressing rooms, pulling the curtain closed behind her. I got comfy on the seat just outside in the hallway. After a few moments, I heard some whispering and a few giggles.In the eryaman escort change room, Beverly asked Jules to take off the lace bra she was wearing so she could take some measurements. Standing in front of Jules, Beverly wrapped the tape measure around Jules and brushed her warm hands against Jules’s nipples. Her nipples stood to attention straight away. Beverly whispered, “You have sweet, sensitive nipples, Love.”Jules blushed.While gently rubbing Jules’s nipples, Beverly asked a few questions, trying to get a better understanding of what Jules likes and dislikes in undergarments. Jules tried to answer between giggles. But she was becoming sincan escort aroused at Beverly’s touch and started to find it hard to concentrate. Beverly could see the effect she was having on Jules and with a wink said she will go and get some garments for her to try on. Jules was left breathless in the change room. Beverly came out past me and smiled. I could see a glitter in Beverly’s eyes and a different swagger in her walk, I wondered what they were talking about or doing with all that giggling. Do I go to the curtain and ask Jules how things are going or stay seated quietly?Beverly returned with a few garments, moving them in her hands as she sorts through them. A bra dropped onto the ground. She stopped, bent at the hips, and with a slight wiggle of her beautiful rounded behind she picked it up. I noticed a nice black skirt and stockings held up with a garter. She looked sexy. She paused a little too long and said, “I am so clumsy,” with a smile.

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Laura knelt in front of him, her bare knees pressed against the cold marble tiles. She reached under his shirt. One, two, three. She could feel the ridges that separated his abdominal muscles – like the photos he had sent. She bit her lip and undid his belt buckle.None of the men she’d ever slept with had a six-pack. And if the photos were real, none of them had a cock of this size. God, she hoped the photos were real.He helped her undo the buttons on his jeans, revealing his bulge, tucked discreetly away under his boxer shorts. Laura’s heart was racing. She couldn’t believe she was doing this, but she pulled etlik escort his underwear down slowly, like peeling a sweet orange.His muscles twitched ever so slightly when she wrapped her fingers around his shaft. He wasn’t hard. She pulled his foreskin down and weighed his manhood in her hand. A neatly trimmed cock.Here she was, getting acquainted with his penis. And yet, she didn’t even know his name. Her name wasn’t Laura either. She made it up – an appropriately sophisticated pseudonym. But he never asked.His cock started getting hard in her hand. She could feel it grow into the keçiören escort familiar form – exactly how she remembered it from the photos she’d found only a couple hours earlier on an Internet forum.She stroked him almost triumphantly. The foreskin would no longer stay over his glans. He was huge and throbbing. She felt his fingers brush through her hair. He wanted her to suck him now.Laura reached up under his shirt one more time. She rested her palm against his torso and took him in her mouth. Her lips wrapped around his girth, she circled her tongue around the top like a kızılay escort praline.His body tensed. He took a deep breath and let his back rest against the tiled wall.’Oh my god,’ he said and thrust his pelvis just an inch forward.Laura took him deep inside her mouth, bobbed her head up and down. His size meant that there was plenty of dick still left to play with. She swivelled her hand around, loosening and tightening her grip.He was holding her hair up. Laura could feel his strength as he struggled to control himself. She hadn’t told anybody she was meeting him here. He could have his way with her, and nobody would now.She pulled his cock out teasingly. ‘You’re so big.’A shudder of pleasure rocked his body. He closed his eyes, and she started sucking him again.He could have his way with her, except she was in charge now. His muscles were nothing against the power she wielded over him.

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Sunday afternoon in Marks and Spencer,idly fingering lingerie,my attention suddenly caughtby a tall and pretty redhead.Seen from behind,her low-cut, backless, drop-armhole topdraws my eyes.No annoying bra strap cuts acrossthe taut muscles of her back,and as she turns to face etlik escort meher unsupported breastsswing freely back and forth.So daring, in that top.From the side, if she leans forward,you’ll be able to see them,her bare breasts.Pretending keçiören escort to browse,I stalk her to the shoe section.She pouts,considers,then crouches and leans forwardto inspect strappy sandals.My heart misses a beat.I can see them perfectly,her kızılay escort pale breasts,loose and swinging slightly.I’m transfixedby the way they move,hanging from her chest.Nipples pink and perky,surrounded by puffy areolas.I press my legs together;tense my thigh muscles;so aroused I almost come.Casually,I raise my phoneas if texting,but take a picture,perfectly framingher exposed tits.My heartis beating wildlyas she stands,turns,walks past me.Stops.Speaks.“Show me the picture,” she whispers,“Then I’ll let you seewhat’s under my skirt too.”

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Ellie Stanton aged forty-three, had, since her divorce, hungered for the amorous attention of younger men. Being fucked by a young stud fulfilled her lustful needs. Given her petite build, long flowing hair, and delicate girlish features, looking young was a deception she encouraged. Trouble was, younger men were, so frequently, unsure of themselves. Ellie had often hoped that someday she’d find an experienced young man to dominate her.That day came, when her son, Mike, introduced her to Chris Carlton, and her breathing paused. He was gorgeous, standing there in a t-shirt, and thin summer pants. Tall, handsome with dark curling hair, and the build of a quarterback. His blue eyes bathed over her, and her moistened panties confirmed çankaya escort her feverish response.His warm smile hypnotised her, as he asked Mike, “Surely, this has to be a girl-friend. Where’s your mother?”“Told you, Mrs. Stanton, a real charmer,” Vince, Mike’s other friend, said.The young men had lunch and left for the rock concert some twenty miles away. As Chris climbed into his car, Ellie, thought he looked back, before driving after Mike and Vince.Ellie was so roused by the raw promise of Chris. Normally, she’d avoid Mike’s friends, but, for Ellie, something sensual lay behind Chris’s frequent glances. Oh, come on, Ellie, it’s your imagination. That imagination could be used in rus escort the shower, where a vigorous finger job often relieved such frustrations.Naked, with her long hair unpinned, she had turned on the shower when the front doorbell sounded. “Dammit,” Ellie said out loud. Her imagination couldn’t wait. Angrily, she grabbed her silk robe, pulled it over her naked body and hurried downstairs.Trying to control her temper she flung open the door.It was him, Chris, standing there, with that warm smile, and what looked like a heart-stopping bulge in his summer pants.Momentarily stunned, Ellie could only mutter, “Oh, hello.” Yet, shocked, she wasn’t. Overwhelmed, oh yes. Alive, alert, and moistening even eryaman escort more as Chris stepped inside, kicked the door shut, and gestured at her, now gaping, robe.“I had to come back,” he said huskily“You forget something?”He nodded, his eyes fixed on her, as he said, “This!”He instantly stroked through her long hair, before reaching under the neckline of her thin robe and pulling it apart. Momentarily, he viewed her exposed body.His eyes were lasers as they heated her every fibre. Her streaming inner walls pounded to the tune of her beating heart.“Just as I thought, neat little breasts.” As he spoke one hand had moved over her left breast, drawing a strangled squeal from her. Could he know how sensitive she was there? Her blood was coursing wildly through her veins.Ellie saw his other hand had unfastened his belt, and his pants and boxers were being pushed down. Now it was Ellie’s turn to stare in wonder at the huge solid cock that pointed in her direction. Breathing became so difficult.

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You let me crash at your place for the night after I was out late partying. Your place was the closest I could think of coming from the club where I partied with some of my girlfriends who then ditched me to be with the guys they picked up at the club. I wasn’t expecting you to be home when I called to ask if you could pick me up at the club and crash at your place, but you answered and said you didn’t mind riding to my rescue. I can’t remember exactly what happened after our phone conversation, I was so drunk I probably passed out in your car as soon as I got in. I woke up the next day feeling disoriented and vaguely remembering what happened the night before. I was in your bed still wearing the same clothes I wore to the club the night before. You probably just dropped me on your bed after we got back to your place and left me to sleep off the gallon or so of alcohol that I consumed last night. I listened etimesgut escort to the sound of you making breakfast in the kitchen and probably setting the table for two. We aren’t really close friends, but we’d worked together for almost two years now and we have a cordial flirtation between us whenever we were around each other at work. I even caught myself daydreaming about sucking you off in the supply room after one of our shenanigans at work caused me to bump against you and feel your hard cock pressed up against my ass. You got bold that day and actually ground your crotch against my ass, making me aware of your damn hard-on! I wanted to thank you properly for coming to my rescue last night, and I think I know just how to do it… # # # # You finished preparing breakfast and setting up the table for the two of us. You glanced at the clock on the microwave and eryaman escort noted the time: eight-forty-five. You debated on whether to wake me up or not, but you still made your way down the hallway leading to your bedroom where your door was left slightly ajar. You paused outside and frowned. You remembered closing it after you put me on your bed last night, and even though you were busy in the kitchen, you’d still hear if I got up and used the washroom. Gingerly you pushed the ajar door open to see if I was already awake. Your eyes almost bugged out of your sockets when you saw what greeted you lying on your bed. It was me wearing nothing but my birthday suit laying on my side with one leg resting atop one of your pillows, my firm round ass slightly sticking up in the air while my pussy was exposed for your eyes to feast on. Instinctively your hand moved down to grab sincan escort your crotch, feeling it tent up in your PJ bottoms as you continued to gaze at my smooth and hairless pussy inviting you. You moved closer, grinning from ear to ear as you think of ways to take advantage of my current undressed state. You recalled leaving me with all my clothes on the night before, so seeing me without a stitch of clothing on was both a surprise and a delight. Discarding your clothing as you made your way to the bed, you lay on your stomach, your face close to my exposed ass and pussy. I can feel your warm breath on my ass while your finger caressed my pussy lips, making them part, before I felt your tongue between the open folds, slipping it in and moving it up in search of my clit. Once you found it, your tongue played with my tightening bud before I felt your mouth close around it to suckle on. I couldn’t help myself and pushed my hips down, flattening my pussy on your face, not wanting you to stop what you were doing. I knew I was playing with fire when I decided to tease you by removing all my clothes and welcoming you in to your room with me in my birthday suit, but right then I didn’t care.

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