The Bridge of His Arms By some curious quirk of modern architecture, the second-floor bedroom of the apartment they had rented included a half-wall just behind the bed, so you could look down onto the first floor. The half-wall proved a nice feature, not so much for the view of the first floor as much as for the leverage it provided for his arms.
Wow Her laughter rang in the room like the singing of bells, and though they laughed often during sex, he did not ask her why until afterward. He had been fucking her doggy style, slapping her ass, pulling at her hair, grinding into her. He toyed with the rim of her ass with his pussy-soaked thumb as he fucked her. Does my good girl need both her wet holes filled? Her hair was up, short dark tendrils curling over her ears. Her dancing eyes shone electric. She wore that flirty red sleeveless dress he loved, loose and short and sexy, black patterned stockings appearing below the hem, finished off with Added 08 May Category Exhibitionism Votes 21 Avg Score 5 Views 4, 13 Comments Beneath Lena lay naked on the sand in the middle of the night, right on the tideline, where the shore met the sea.
She dozed on the edge of dreams, more in the water than out of it now, though when she first lay down only her feet were submerged. The tide had risen since then. Each wave took the water incrementally closer. Her feet and ankles grew wet first, her long legs followed, a few inches at Added 22 Jan Category Monster Sex Votes 38 Avg Score 5 Views 12, 37 Comments Serious Moonlight She came like a thunderstorm, cried out and spilled forward with a breathy sob, bouncing down onto the carpet and flipping over in a single elegant motion.
He fell back onto the floor in the opposite direction, his chest pounding, gasping for air. He let his leg lop over hers. For long moments they lay in the dark together, letting their breathing settle, their hearts slow. She loved dressing up for him, wearing anything he asked, making herself into a fuck doll, a sex toy. Fishnet thigh highs, fishnet gloves. He found his mind took a series of photographs when she dressed like this, snapping away as he Open Door The woman The girl stood framed in the open doorway of the hotel room like a canvas on the wall of a gallery.
The woman faced her from the other side of the entrance, still grasping the door handle, her mind awash with the possibilities that presented themselves in the form of this girl before her. It was impossible to take them all in. The click of the disengaged lock broke the silence of the hallway like a gunshot.
He pushed the door open wide. Possibilities lay open to him like a strip of empty road. He could smell her pussy before he even saw her. He kicked the door shut. The woman kneeled in front of him, bathed in Open Eyes The girl The kiss. Nothing but the kiss. The woman pouted her cum-smeared lips, opening them just enough to reveal the pink tip of her glistening tongue and the feverish promise of whatever waited beyond. She was hot in the way Moms are hot.
That sounds dismissive, but it wasn't, not to him. She was just a single Mom, maybe a little prettier than the others, at least in his eyes.