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Troy Alexander: Not Enough Time
Opening Credits song https://youtu.be/bfa9yxCpWoA Troy and Helena arrive in South Wexford, Ireland where Troy's mother Alicia has been hiding ever since her husband Holland divorce her in order to become the new prime minister. Troy found out from his half-sister Violet where his mother was located. Alicia owns a hotel resort called Green Village
By Victor Robinson II4 years ago in Filthy
Ella's Adventures
Night Two Ella rolled over to turn off her alarm when it sounded. Stretching her sore over used muscles smiling as the memories of the night before came back. Climbing out of the bed with a long deep sigh Ella walked to the bathroom to get ready for the night. She showered slowly, rubbing the bodywash over her skin, kneading and playing with her tits pinching her nipples to make herself gasp. Sliding slowly down her middle, curving over her hips to massage the suds into her still tender ass. Sliding her hands back to the front she fingered her pussy, working the slippery folds until she came soft and slow. Gasping she finished washing and stepped out of the shower. Letting her skin air dry Ella pinned her hair up and did her makeup before lathering her body in scented cream.
By Marie Ross4 years ago in Filthy
A One Night Stand Turns Into More
I knew it was only going to be a one night stand. Julian was from another city, here for work, flying home the next day. I was from a smaller town nearby, staying at the hotel so I could make my own early morning flight for my own work conference.
By Heather Kinnane4 years ago in Filthy
Randy's Rendezvous
Randy was just ordering his favorite IPA when he spotted her across the bar. She had bent over to pick something up when it fell on the floor and, well, that would have caught most men's (and some women's) eyes. It was those jeans. The jeans always got him. There's just something about a nice round.... Wow. That smile. The conversation at her table was going well and he couldn't help but notice the radiant energy that exploded from her with that smile. He hadn't ever seen her here before, and it's a place he comes often. Wait, is that Sadie with her?
By Karen LaRue4 years ago in Filthy
Kim's Monday Morning
It was Monday morning at the K/J (somebody will figure it out) house and Pete had arrived at eight. It was very quiet and I thought no one would be home because everyone had gone out for breakfast. Fortunately, he was wrong. Coming out the front door was Kim, his new girlfriend. She was on the rebound from her ex husband, Kenneth, whom she shares two children with. Kenneth was the big time, egotistical and highly acclaimed record producer and rapper who talks about how great he is. This would usually piss her off but the worst part is when he accused of her of fucking their bodyguard. She filed for divorce nearly a month later and had moved on Pete. This lanky tattooed freak had many girlfriends throughout his career: a pop singer, a model whose own mother was a model, and an actress with milf status. Then he moved on Kim, much to the dismay of Kenneth.
By Forest Green4 years ago in Filthy
Is Porn Rotting Our Brains Like A Drug?
Is pornography harmful or is it just a source of harmless pleasure? That is the question that many media and researchers have been asking in recent years, especially in an age when access to pornography has become easier than ever. It’s so easy that sometimes you stumble upon pornographic material by accident, looking for a download link is like a scavenger hunt among so many ads of singles in my area who want to meet me (or at least that’s what I told my boss).
By Mindsmatter.4 years ago in Filthy
Zara the Cobblers Daughter
She was a striking young woman, 5 ' 10" tall with the most chiseled high cheek boned face. Surounded by the silkiest long flowing blond hair. He had his breath taken away just from seeing her from across the street from the shop. 'She walks like a queen,' he thought to himself, 'not as the cobblers' daughter that she is. What a magnificent pare of , she must have under that frock,' he wonders to himself. Even so, he could tell by the flawless skin between her throat and what of her chest that was exposed that she was flawless and probably still a virgin. Which he would hope to find out soon either way, she was most certanly ripe for the picking.
By Steve Kravetz4 years ago in Filthy
