Banging Becky

They worked me over on each side with their tongues as well as their hands and
bodies. I fondled Alyssa’s ample breasts, feeling their swelling roundness,
their weight in my hands, as I had so often dreamed of doing before.

Their attentions moved farther down my body to the region of my hips. With a
light, feathery touch they teased my throbbing cock. Jenny raised my cock up
and they both bent down and kissed a deep tongue kiss, with the head of my
cock in between. The feeling of two slippery tongues writhing around the most
sensitive part of my body was almost too much to bear and I groaned
involuntarily. They broke and Alyssa looked at me with a wicked smile. Then
she glanced over at Jenny who nodded briefly. Alyssa crawled astride my hips
and I knew what she was up to.

She slowly guided me into her and then sat down on my cock, forcing it deep
into the slippery warmth of her body. I reached up and held her to me as I
began to pump with slow rhythem. Jenny wasn’t left out, as she kissed Alyssa
and fondled both her and me. I felt just a twinge of jealousy at this
unguessed side of Jenny’s personality but the mood overpowered everything else.

Banging Becky nude body
Sexy Becky makes out a little strip before going to the gym

He
felt cold sweat burst forth on his forehead as he lifted his gaze to
Sarah’s face, if that was her real name. Kind of funny, he thought, her
expression hadn’t changed, almost as if she wasn’t pointing a large gun at
his head. She waved the revolver, beckoning him to come out in front of the
counter. “Now, Jim, you’re going to walk casually around the shop and pick
all of the most valuable stones and gems out for me and put them in this
bag”, she said, still smiling. She handed him the bag, and like in a trance
he did as told. He tried to select a cheap diamond, but then heard her
voice behind him : “Ah-ah, naughty boy Jim! You wouldn’t deny me the best
you can offer, now would you?” As he felt something hard pressing into his
back, he shook his head and quickly dropped the gem. He could’t cheat her,
it seemed.

James Hunter regarded his nails as he glanced at the shop door from time to
time to reassure himself that there were no customers to catch him doing
his manicure. His job required his appearance to be impeckable; the
clientel he dealt with was the vain part of the upper class. It was unusual
for him to arrive at work with dirty fingernails, but he had spent the
night with his date in the most delightful manner, causing him to sleep to
long and barely reporting in time for today’s work. But it had been worth
it, every minute of it, he said to himself. As he thought of the pleasures
of the previous night, the door bell suddenly tingled. Quickly, he
straightened himself and prepared his “The-customer-is-always-right”-smile,
as an elderly man stepped into the shop. “Good morning, Lord Reginald”, he
said. “Yes, a damn fine one, if I do say so myself”, the lord replied as he
stepped further into the shop. “If my memory isn’t playing tricks on me,
I’d say it’s your wife’s 26th year birthday tomorrow, am I right?” “Ah, so
you remembered it, eh?” “Of course, Lord Reginald”, James smiled. “Old
pig!”, he thought. “I’ll just browse a bit.” James made a mental sigh.

She awoke at midnight again, the way she had for the past
three nights, the sheets twisted tightly into an umbilical cord
binding her to the sweaty womb of her bed.
She disentangled herself from the tangled topsheet and laid
back, closing her eyes. Immediately the dream from which she had
awakened flashed into her consciousness: the utter darkness and
the sudden, dim, slanting light; the stranger, the man she had
seen and followed; the small anonymous room; the smell, the feel
of him; the awful, all-consuming hunger. (more…)

Strawberry Syrup Body Messy
I love strawberries and when I went to the store and saw that they had strawberry syrup I just had to have it. I came home and the first think I could think of was tasting the syrup. It tasted so good that I thought I would just pore some all over me…

Becky Gets Out Of Her Skirt And Fingers Her Pussy while watching a man…

From my fourth floor apartment I can see across the road and into the windows of the flats opposite. The road is quite wide so often when I sit in the window with a glass of wine in the evening all I can see are shapes. Most apartments like mine don’t have curtains or blinds on our huge windows, and if they do, often they are not closed. In the past 6 months I have come to ‘know’ many of my cross street neighbors. Some better than others! Many, unfortunately not the ones you would like to watch normally, enjoy being naked at home alone, some like to be naked with each other, lights on, blinds open. Although it has to be said far too much happens with the lights off, or out of view. (more…)