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Le Femme Nikita Denise
Max and Nikita soak in the hate from the crowd before exiting the arena as the new ECW World Heavyweight Champion. A couple of weeks later Savage had his first title defense against little Spike Dudley, who had earned the shot by beating Pitbull 2 in a number one contender’s match. Before the match, Max is in his dressing room with Nikita who tells him he needs a proper warm-up for such a “grueling” match, Nikita, who is naked, then mounts, Savage who was just in his briefs as he was preparing to change into his ring attire. Max and Nikita kiss and Savage grabs Nikita by her butt and brings her over to their couch. Max slides down her body and takes a long, slow lick of her vagina, making the lovely Czech coo in pleasure. Max then gently spreads her lips apart and flicks his tongue against her clit. Nikita watches intently as Savage rolls his tongue all around her vagina, moaning her approval.
By Mark Cannon Jr.5 years ago in Filthy
I’m A Bad Girl Part 2
It’s been a long day; it’s been so hard trying not to touch myself. And it’s time to shower and get ready. Showering makes everything so much more difficult. I step under the hot steamy stream of water. I feel it trickle down my body. I know he’s watching I can feel his hungry eyes watching me in disappointment, but I know there’s a hint of enjoyment in there, he knows he gets to punish me all night long.
By collette_235 years ago in Filthy
Lipstick Diaries
Have you ever been f*cked in a nightclub bathroom stall by a complete stranger? Chuckles. I have. For twenty minutes of the thirty-seven years of my existence I had the most intense and unforgettable orgasm in all of my sexual life and he was a total and complete stranger....
By Keisha Anderson5 years ago in Filthy
The Depths of Touch
Sitting alone wanting the touch of his image to come to reality. So the image will do. For now. In the dark hours my eyes roll and close as I slowly release my breath. Waiting.. my body throbs for a response. He growls with the deep voice telling me what I want to hear. As the conversation goes on, entanglements of thoughts cross my mind. Of how I long for him to grip me. How I want him to lift me to the Heavens and have me crash down on the bed while doing hellish acts. Pressure to want to lung through and cross paths. Patience is running low as I think of the movie about to begin. The movie plays like a dream. Lifted by the clouds in thought. As he grabs and grips onto the curves of my hips to lift me onto him, I feel him grow. He places me down and the animal comes out of both souls.
By Rebecca Chesbrough5 years ago in Filthy
