How can one describe in words the feeling that you get
Ive been sucked many times in booths and through glory
She sat at the dinner table, waiting for the client to
I am a slut, I think I was born a slut, my first sexual
He worked, he stayed in shape, he was kind to his family, and he wasnt happy. Michael was 39 years old and listlessly going through the motions. Lately, he worried that the last throes of his virility were upon him. After all, his 40th birthday was approaching. Long, solemn stares into the bathroom vanity marked each passing morning. But, despite the lack of attention his wife gave him, he was still proud of his reflection. His thick auburn hair was just starting to turn gray. He kept his beard, still very much a youthful red, trimmed close, and his jaw stood out in hard angles, framing a large handsome face. The blue eyes turned heads. All 63 of him was lean muscle. His broad shoulders and long torso were sculpted for walking tall in tailored suits.
Description: A young Asian Player (aZiaN PLaYa in street slang) lusting after and screwing the different Asian hotties in his life.
When I was in college there were two girls that would make me bone up the second I saw them. One was Candice. Typically hot, she had long blonde hair, big blue eyes, and was skinny with huge tits. The other, Astrid was the perfect BBW. Polish background, with dark hair, beautiful smile, full figure, and massive tits that protruded well past her stomach.
I had not seen this particular girl for months since she
Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to me the tune was stuck in my head. No matter how hard I tried to ignore it or think about something else, I kept thinking about it being my birthday. I dont know why. Thirty-six isnt a great milestone. It was just another day of the week to everyone else. It was only special to me. Still, I kept singing Happy Birthday to me in my head. I almost walked into the girl waiting in front of me at the coffee shop. If I were actually paying attention, Id have never missed her.
A man visits his daughter and granddaughter and finds both are willing sex partners.
Even though Beth and I had divorced several years
Cheryl had an itch that she had had for a long time and
Love… Exciting and new Come aboard… Were expecting
No, Im not doing it, now please shut up, said an
Falwell Organics was a family company. Springing from strange roots, her family had rebelled against conservative rural Christian culture by becoming hippies, but since they were already farmers, the only change was turning to organic farming with the idealism of the times, but a few centuries worth of collected knowledge of local farming practices. Unlike most dreams of the flower children, this one was rooted not simply in love, but a deep skillset and love of learning that saw the surprised successors inherit a fair market share when the less idealistic following generations learned to market to Yuppies and Falwell Organics survived the transition from small farm business to minor corporate player in the organic supplement and naturopathic medicine markets.
An innocent virgin gets her first taste of sweet, sweet pleasure before she explodes into a hot, creamy mess.
We never officially met until the summer after my junior
It was a Wednesday. I was loading the van, dressing
A Pair of sixes.
A few years ago, I went up to San Francisco to visit
Youre the sixty-ninth caller! the voice on the other
Charlie Brown lay on his bed in his room playing with
It was weird. I used to hate those women who were