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Dinner, Chapter 2
With their husbands off to enjoy a round of golf, Lyra and Emma found themselves in the soothing atmosphere of the spa, ready to indulge in some much-needed relaxation. This modern spa was a place where technology and tranquillity merged seamlessly. As they lay face down on the massage tables, wrapped in soft, plush towels, the scent of aromatic oils filled the air and the gentle hum of soothing music played in the background. The conversation from the previous week seemed far from their minds, yet it lingered just beneath the surface, as if waiting for the right moment to resurface.
By Mercedes Chanttoo2 years ago in Filthy
Cheating Husbands: My Step Daughter's Friend- Part 3
Chapter Three – Charles I didn’t think that it would be so hard to be this close to Beth the next day. We were in my wife’s suburban and driving to the country club. My stepdaughter had loaned Beth a skirt for the occasion, and she kept opening her legs. She wasn’t wearing any panties, that little minx. I knew she was teasing me. The way the angle of the rearview mirror was I caught a glimpse of her sweet supple pussy every time she adjusted in the third-row seat. The girl knew what she was doing.
By Skylar Quinn2 years ago in Filthy
Cheating Husbands: My Stepdaughter's Friend - Part 2
I left Mr. Hunter’s office and ran to the bathroom. I had never done that before, taken a cock in my mouth. It tastes so different than I imagined. The cum shooting in my mouth and then sliding down my throat was a sensation I couldn’t have pictured. And what it did to my pussy made me crave more.
By Skylar Quinn2 years ago in Filthy
Cheating Husbands: My Stepdaughter's Friend - Part 1
Work had been rough all day; people needed me, but no one had asked what I needed in return. My stepdaughter and her friend were coming home from college tonight; it would be a house full of women. What I needed was a stiff drink and a blowjob. The odds of the latter were minuscule. I traveled home the long way, delaying the inevitable of the cackling women. All that estrogen and not enough testosterone. But that’s life when you marry the sexy broad with a teenager. Some costs were manageable.
By Skylar Quinn2 years ago in Filthy
Heavy Hearts (p1)
Kyla Wagner sipped at her drink at the bar as her friends talked around her. She was uncomfortable on the bar stool which was designed for thinner people with smaller buttocks. The sleeveless top her friend, Amira, had convinced her to wear was making her self-conscious, knowing that her big arms and underarm fat was on display. She swept her long brunette hair over her shoulders, wanting to disappear entirely.
By CT Idlehouse2 years ago in Filthy
Email Sex
I will actually let you decide if it is a true story. I already know where the truth lies in this tale of electronic intemperance. It also started near the end of November 2020, just around the time I encountered my muse. There were some good happenings in that freaking year, and for me, ancient email showcased the best sexy words and, yes, sex, virtual sex, that is, and the only time I have ever had sex with anyone via email and involving a beautiful woman from the Czech Republic. That was a mouthful of words. I just love Prague: the new Paris of the EU. Forget Paris! Remember Prague! It could be Prague’s new slogan. When is the next flight? If it was not for the pandemic, I would have surely gone to Prague to see my Eiffel Tower.
By Patrick M. Ohana2 years ago in Filthy
Dinner, Chapter 1
Emma and Lyra, close friends and confidantes, stepped into the dimly-lit powder room of the upscale restaurant, their laughter trailing behind them like a silken ribbon. As they approached the ornate mirrors, Emma couldn't help but notice the extra effort Lyra had put into her appearance tonight. The seductive dress clung to her curves like a lover's caress, and her makeup was a masterpiece of allure.
By Mercedes Chanttoo2 years ago in Filthy
A few days after having sex with my landlord's wife, she told me that... Content Warning.
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By 18 plus home3 years ago in Filthy
