“You really have nighttime vision, don’t you?”
“I’m a hunter. Part of my duty is to see light. Don’t worry. You looked beautiful entering the water. Picture Botticelli’s Birth of Venus.”
Pam beamed wryly.
“I’m not a redhead though.”
“I noticed. And it’s okay by me.”
He swam closer, stood chest deep in water.
“You were right. This does feel good. Do you always swim at night?”
“Always.”
“I can’t remember ever swimming in moonlight. It’s a very odd experience.”
“And so is this…”
He pulled her near and kissed her deep. She was bedazzled by fate! She wanted Jake, needed him too. She hungered for the sheer physical sensation of being embraced by this man. As his eager hands coerced her hips, she registered his member, and it gave her magnificent satisfaction to know she was cause.
“Talk about larger than life,” she managed, stroking him firmly.
“It’s been a while,” he warned. “Don’t think I can take much foreplay.”
“Tell me when to stop.”
She stroked him some more as he searched her urgent tight zone. Then she gave in to a delicious ache that radiated rapidly inside her…
The Good Mother
“I’m getting an abortion.”
Pat was mute, but she could feel his body tremble.
“Is there some option you perceive?”
He finally beat silence in cautious forced fashion.
“The obvious one.”
“Having it.”
“Yes, having it.”
Rain pummeled the log cabin—ton upon tempestuous ton.
It glazed the windows many times over only to pound them again with new glaze.
“No. I don’t. I don’t see it as an option.”
“Why not?”
“It’s not just you, or me, or us. Though I don’t believe we’re ready to take that step. It’s more…”
That rain, it screeched suspires of sorrow, pulverizing partly the transmogrified smoke screen.
“What then?”
“I’m just not concerned to have any kid. There’s a way in which I perceive it as a form of self-indulgence. I mean,
I don’t think of life as being all that grand a proposition,
I suppose.”
“What about Holly?”
“What about Holly!?”
She could hint annoyance in his tone, and suddenly she purely detested his very being!
Pat was mute, but she could feel his body tremble.
“Is there some option you perceive?”
He finally beat silence in cautious forced fashion.
“The obvious one.”
“Having it.”
“Yes, having it.”
Rain pummeled the log cabin—ton upon tempestuous ton.
It glazed the windows many times over only to pound them again with new glaze.
“No. I don’t. I don’t see it as an option.”
“Why not?”
“It’s not just you, or me, or us. Though I don’t believe we’re ready to take that step. It’s more…”
That rain, it screeched suspires of sorrow, pulverizing partly the transmogrified smoke screen.
“What then?”
“I’m just not concerned to have any kid. There’s a way in which I perceive it as a form of self-indulgence. I mean,
I don’t think of life as being all that grand a proposition,
I suppose.”
“What about Holly?”
“What about Holly!?”
She could hint annoyance in his tone, and suddenly she purely detested his very being!
Visions of Roxana
Tyrone had been blind for most of Saint Val’s. With me as guide, he had fed and bathed, and now, still silk-scarf-eyed, he whispered gently:
“I like to look at you.”
His hands began to explore my body, his body to rock over mine. With head motionless, he started to talk about me, whispering with warm breath against my ear:
“I like your colors, Anna. Here, where you’re white and pink, and these blue lines.”
His fingers found the veins on my breasts, softly touched my nipples.
“I like all your freckles, and how singular they are. Such dark spots, like periods all by themselves, and here, where they’re light and profuse.”
As he withdrew slightly to touch my pubic hair, his wet penis slid out and lay big and warm against me…
“I like to look at you.”
His hands began to explore my body, his body to rock over mine. With head motionless, he started to talk about me, whispering with warm breath against my ear:
“I like your colors, Anna. Here, where you’re white and pink, and these blue lines.”
His fingers found the veins on my breasts, softly touched my nipples.
“I like all your freckles, and how singular they are. Such dark spots, like periods all by themselves, and here, where they’re light and profuse.”
As he withdrew slightly to touch my pubic hair, his wet penis slid out and lay big and warm against me…
Paddled Pink
“Pull your nightgown up,” Tyrone commanded.
“I’m going to teach your White little ass a lesson!”
He tugged my panties down to my thighs, reached for my hairbrush, and spanked me softly with its back. Almost abruptly though, he intensified, and when I was finally sobbing oceans he stopped to say:
“Okay, this will calm you down.”
Spreading my cunt lips he inserted the brush’s handle into me. Its rounded wood felt cool and smooth inside my twat. As he began to rhythmically pump and twirl it, brushing against my clit and invading my slit, I felt intense pleasure that ended in gush. Indeed, it was the perfect dildo!
“I’m going to teach your White little ass a lesson!”
He tugged my panties down to my thighs, reached for my hairbrush, and spanked me softly with its back. Almost abruptly though, he intensified, and when I was finally sobbing oceans he stopped to say:
“Okay, this will calm you down.”
Spreading my cunt lips he inserted the brush’s handle into me. Its rounded wood felt cool and smooth inside my twat. As he began to rhythmically pump and twirl it, brushing against my clit and invading my slit, I felt intense pleasure that ended in gush. Indeed, it was the perfect dildo!
Sticks Like Crazy
Solidad parted her thighs for a better view. Her creamy panties stuck like glue to her slickened cleft. The lewd outline of her pussy-lips burned them both. Quinten took her hand and they gazed over the sopping zone, wet with raw cunt and want, stained through like a bad girl’s knickers. Their eyes met and Solidad moaned, her ruby lips parting in silent gasps as Quinten pushed her palm a little harder, a little deeper in the slit at her fingertips.
“I want you to fuck me,” she said for the fourth time, her voice husky with raw lust. “I want you to tongue my sopping pussy, then suck inside and bite my tits and kiss me so I can taste my cunt-sauce inside your mouth.”
“I want you to fuck me,” she said for the fourth time, her voice husky with raw lust. “I want you to tongue my sopping pussy, then suck inside and bite my tits and kiss me so I can taste my cunt-sauce inside your mouth.”
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