Loren Teese
Stories (10/0)
Look But Don’t Touch
“You’re the prettiest model I’ve ever photographed.” The man’s words from just a couple of minutes before still resounded in Sylvia’s head, as she looked at a strange and funny scene: the man who had been shooting photos of her for the entire afternoon was staring at her, rubbing the growing erection in his trousers.
By Loren Teese3 years ago in Filthy
Taken on the Sand
I’m horny. Pete has been teasing me for the entire match. Rubbing his hand on my butt, hugging me tight every good point we managed to snatch from the opposite team. I, for myself, had done what I could to arouse him. Like wiggling my ass at him every time he was up to serve, or casually grazing his crotch when walking by him.
By Loren Teese3 years ago in Filthy
A Quickie Under the Stairs
Clare’s parents would not be happy — Paul thought — if they found out about him… or the naughty nature of their daughter. A relationship with the only child of the leader of the local conservative party was not easy to manage. Moreover, she was different from her dad. She had no interests in being politically correct. That had been clear to Paul after a couple of weeks of their relationship when she had opened her heart to him. She craved freedom, above all, not for power or acknowledgement.
By Loren Teese3 years ago in Filthy