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Bad Teacher Adrianna!
KfIf there's one thing good about this lockdown it's the fact that you're probably more likely to catch Corona than the clap. How good that is to you depends on your circumstances but staying in doors might lessen the chance of both. In avoidance to getting the clap you can always try the internet with it's adult entertainment during these escalating times. I recently stumbled across some old episodes of 'My First Sex Teacher' from Naughty America. While scenes are progressively getting better on the internet, it's footage like this that proves you don't necessarily need a high budget to make a quality porn scene. Just some decent actors and an actress who are able to perform when the time is right. Naughty America out did themselves with this little gem as Adrianna Nicole's performance is pretty legendary. The male performers do a decent job too but I was unable to find their full profiles. One is a tanned muscular dude named Sergio who I've seen in many other scenes similar to this.
“I’m sorry you are so insecure about yourself that you have to constantly worry about every move I am making”
I have met a lot of crazy women an men in my lifetime, more than I would have liked to meet. Yes, we are all a little crazy and I'm okay with that. I'm talking more about the psycho bitches that will do anything it takes to get what they want. Let me elaborate...
Insatiable-nessPublished 4 years ago in FilthyMoana
After returning the heart of Te Fiti, Maui got back on Moana’s boat and they decided to ride together for a while. They had grown so close during their adventures that it wasn’t a hard choice to make. Once they were on course Maui pulled Moana on to his lap. It confused her to feel something hard poking her from under his leaf clothing and she squirmed awkwardly. He held her in place with one arm and slowly slid the other under her tan woven skirt. He used the slit up the side to easily rest his hand on her inner thigh. “Let me teach you something more than how to use a boat,” he stated gruffly.
Cheyenne FanningPublished 4 years ago in FilthyIntro to Kink
We have the privilege to experience vast varieties of taste: sweetness, saltiness, bitterness, sourness, and savoriness — and tastes that are combinations of all five of these. The beautiful part is the realization that our cravings are different compared to other companions. We mix and match until we find combinations that thrill us from the inside out. We categorize food into “favorites” and “not so favorites.” This passion for taste that we, humans, are born to endure has created knowledgeable head chefs, bestselling cookbooks, and even the excitement that comes with being invited to a dinner party. The variation of taste has become a place of play and self-expression. Well, sex is like this too. Sex is totally like this.
Mar ChristianoPublished 4 years ago in FilthyHis Desire
She packed her bags and prepared to go visit her boyfriend for the weekend as she had done many times before over the last couple of years. This weekend, however, would be different because she was finally ready to give him something he had wanted more than almost anything else over the years, a baby. It had been a couple of months since she stopped taking her birth control and she'd been tracking her cycle to guarantee that her visit to him was during her most fertile time. They had tentative plans to explore various activities this weekend, but she doubted that they would leave her hotel room much at all. As she finished her preparations to leave she made sure she had the new lingerie she'd just got packed and headed out on her way.
Cheyenne FanningPublished 4 years ago in FilthyCrashing on Her Couch
Christine woke up randomly in the middle of the night horny as hell and almost reached for her favorite toy without thinking about it before remembering that her friend was sleeping on the pull-out couch in the living room. An idea occurred to her; she was going to seduce her shy friend instead of relieving herself of stress. Since Christine slept naked, she was out of the bed and tiptoeing into the living room and crawling under the covers with him before any doubt could cross her mind. Danny stirred slightly in his sleep as the bed moved with the additional weight but stayed asleep laying on his back. In a matter of moments, Christine has pressed her naked body against his shorts clad one and slowly moved her hand under the waistband of his pants. While gently nibbling on his ear, she wrapped her hand around his semi-erect penis and stroked him to full hardness. He moved again, but still not fully awake made no objections. Getting braver, Christine sat up and using both hands slowly tried to inch his shorts down to release his cock from its confines.
Cheyenne FanningPublished 4 years ago in FilthyMarried Tia Layne's Brutal Affair
Corona got you down and out this summer locked in doors? Fear not as the web has you covered again offering you a plethora of entertainment which is mostly free for your viewing pleasure. From mainstream movie makers to Youtubers and Facebookers your bound to find what you're looking for. Perhaps you're looking for more adult orientated content for example maybe porn?
Time for Dessert!
I close the cab door behind me and watch as it drives off down the street. I sigh and turn around to face the front of his house. All the lights are off, and it looks as if the entire house is asleep. I glance at my watch: 10:45 pm. I know I am late, and I know the punishment will be great. I could feel the butterflies in my stomach dance with nervousness, excitement, and anticipation. There is a slight chill in between my legs as the wind blows. My panties are still damp from the train ride. I walk over to the driveway and stand on the non-visible side of the car. I slide my panties off, fold them, and stuff them into my purse. I swallow and whisper aloud, “Don’t punk out now! Take your punishment like a good girl”.
Erika WoodPublished 4 years ago in FilthyBetween the bookshelves
I couldn't concentrate on my books. It was cold in the library and I could tell the beautiful woman in front of me wasn't wearing a bra, because her thin cotton dress fitted perfectly to her skin. Glancing up, I analysed the curve of her bust and how her waist emphasised them. She was leaning on her forearms reading a literature textbook. It was past 10pm. We were the only students as far as I can see on this floor. I got lost admiring her figure before I heard a whisper, "I can feel your eyes on me." She didn't even look up at me.
Lara NewtonPublished 4 years ago in FilthyHow could he sleep with his own sister?!
STORY TIME with Cassy: ladies don't trust that bro and sis Shit cause let me tell you now bitches be claiming blood in real life and be fucking down the town when your back is turned this is true story just like the tale of the one armed bandit
Utter submission
His voice was in my head, like music. I wasn't even listening to the words that he was saying, but rather the movement of his mouth. As I watched with so much intensity, I realised when he stopped speaking. I looked up and saw his eyes watching me. The eyes that lay upon me were bold, bright and full of love and curiosity. I stared at him until he moved in to kiss me, probably because I was making him uncomfortable. His lips were soft but urgent, like he needed the taste of me on him, needed to feel my lips on his. I crumpled into the kiss and fell into a state that only he could put me in. All of my senses were heightened and numb at the same time. His hands begun to move around my body, exploring my figure as the lust deepened. I pulled at him, trying to tell him that I wanted more, needed more. He got the message and moved up my legs to get under my dress. I felt the silk go up my body, moving past my hips and my stomach with his hand following close behind. His hand reached the edge of my breasts, forcing me to moan deeply into his mouth. I leaned into him giving him the approval that he needed to go further. His hand slid beneath my undergarments and onto my bare skin until he reached my nipples. The shiver was sent down my spine all the way to my toes and I felt the hairs rise on the back of my neck. I could feel his erection hard against my body, and I placed my hand around his phallus. As my hand was gliding up and down his manhood, he turned over onto me, making me lay on my back with his weight softly holding me down. I felt the tear in my underwear as he ripped them off my skin, not caring how expensive they were or how much he loved them and he inserted himself inside of me. I moaned in pleasure, feeling all of him slowly deepening in my genitalia and begged him for more by grabbing his hips and forcing my body up to his. He responded by pushing harder and making me completely speechless. As we were masking ourselves in each other's sweat and gratification, I could feel myself coming close to climax. "Harder, Harder." I felt the contraction of my muscles, my heart rate increase and a satisfying freedom as I heard him do the same. He began to slow to let his come release inside of me until he stopped and collapsed on the bed.
Jamie-Lee TurnerPublished 4 years ago in FilthyI Dream of Breasts and Wolves
I have had dreams. We all have. Part of my sexual awakening was having particular types of dreams as early as 6 or 7 years old. I remember distinctly having dreams of full warm luscious breasts and me suckling them. Now, one might think, "Oh, she was breastfed as a baby and those were remnants of memories." You would think, right? But no, I was not breastfed as a baby. I can't really tell you why I've had these dreams off and on all my life.
Eulonda B. MariePublished 4 years ago in Filthy