In a Kansas City apartment reeking of stale cum, sweat, and Monster energy, Derek’s router finally cooperates for the filthiest long-distance session of his life. Marisol, spread wide in Seattle, demands total degradation: spit-lubed fists, ass-to-mouth fantasies, self-facial swallowing, and gulping his own thick load while she squirts across the room. Seven brutal rounds of narrated depravity leave them both wrecked, sticky, and planning an in-person sequel that will condemn the couch forever.
This time this is a fantasy and not reality I got this idea watching my neighbor work in his yard. Then talking to someone else on this site this story came out. Here is some info about me. Just turned 41. Still attractive if I dare say so. I am more a prudish, conservative looking woman but I have left my instincts taking me in new directions
Liz Walker was over-sexed. She couldn't handle herself when the chance for a good fuck came along. She'd been caught fucking the football coach at Eight Miles High School just after a game in the school's locker room... so she's been asked to oh-so-quietly leave the city's other high school.
My name is Jane, I'm sixteen years old, and I have a great boyfriend named Tommy, we do everything together. I also have a big black master named Tyrone. My life as a whore started last year at a party, the same time as Tommy's life as a cuckold.
Grace is at that age when games are not games any longer. She is expanding her sexual IQ and is weeding out the losers from the ones with that special ability to make her tingle the way she knows she has to have it.