The sound of conversation, laughing, and music filled the
Carla moaned softly. The aluminum cigar tube slid up into her cunt, pressing apart the soft folds of slippery pink flesh. Smaller, colder, and harder than a mans cock, it still felt fantastic. It felt wonderful to have her cunt filled again, even with such a crude imitation of the real thing. Lying on her back with her legs spread widely, straining the tendons on the insides of her thighs, Carla slid the tube deep into her oozing hole. It pressed the end of her cunt, stretching her. Then, slowly, tantalizingly, she fucked the tube in and out, in and out.
It was my first time visiting Africa. First, my name is Suzy Karol. I stay in Bretford, England, with my old husband, who is fifty-eight. We have produced three sons in fifteen years of marriage: Ryan, Dean, and Peter.
Its kinda like being a million different people. She says to my mom. You can be anyone or anything. All you have to do is look at a couple words and youre some place totally different.
As I walked to the counter to return some library books I was brought up short, the girl…well, woman waiting to service me took my breath away; and I have no idea why. I like my ladies tall, slender and dark complexioned with black hair. This lady was probably five feet nothing tops, red headed with a complexion like clotted cream. A spray of freckles over her pert little pug nose, emerald green eyes and full heavy breasts and she was round, I mean everything seemed to be round. Her glasses were round, her breasts were grapefruit sized orbs, her bottom cheeks perfect moons; she was nothing like my idea of the ideal woman yet I was smitten.
So this is the story of Kyle ( me, a 6 ft tall, 19 year old) and Adele, ( 32, 5 ft 8, brunette, with busty double D tits, a perfect bubble butt ass, and and luscious curves to match)
She decided, today was the day when she would go hunting. She took her time in getting ready as tonight, had to be just right in order for her to secure her prey. She showered, making sure, she was clean, inside as well as out and that her legs, underarms and her pussy were shaved very closely. She stepped out of the shower cubicle and patted her slender body dry. From her cabinet she took her lotion and applied it all over herself, making sure every part of her was covered and it was rubbed in well. In her bedroom, she already had her clothes picked out for the hunt. She dried and styled her long hair and put on her make up, finishing with getting dressed. She had decided to wear a black lace thong with suspender clips attached to fishnet stockings. Over this, she pulled on black latex pencil skirt, that almost reached the top of her knees. She had never worn one before, but straight way, she liked the feel, the sexual thoughts that raced through her mind just from wearing this skirt. Should she wear her bra? No, as she was wearing a black thong, she could not wear a black bra as it would be seen through her white lace blouse which she knew clung to her perfect breasts. She glanced at herself in her full length mirror and smiled. She reached for her purse, then went downstairs and out the door. Her hunting ground tonight is a mall in the next town over from hers.
It had been such a long time, maybe shed been too good, maybe He had been too wrapped up in other things. Whatever the reasons, she was not looking forward to 12.30pm