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Sindy In The Ninth
Sindy Doughnuts The math check reassured me that this wasn't a transgression of biblical proportions. Diane was clearly this young woman's mother for sure. Why things seemed similar in Slammies men's room all through our romp was clear as the rubber on my cock. Being the dog that I am, rather than let this revelation make me feel guilty or awkward it only added to the sheer lust, enjoyment, and celebration of Diane’s daughters delights.
By Pete Symes5 years ago in Filthy
Mirror Image
It has been quite cold of late with a few inches of wet snow blanketing the leaf covered pavements and icy roads of Little Bush causing me to become something of a recluse as it has been some 12 months since my beloved George passed away leaving me to fend for myself. Yes, you are right in your thinking I have had one or two fleeting romances but nothing too serious, in fact I feel like my recent conquests were borne out of being seen as a semen bucket or someone to use, abuse and lose. Please don't get me wrong there are many times that I enjoy my own company and not having to share a bed with a fart happy beer swilling other half and have him pawing at my large heavy breasts or wrinkled dry vagina through my ankle length nightie. I think over time the spark of just starting out on married life wears thin by taking each other for granted as the years pass by, you have less and less in common and sex becomes a chore despite the odd twinge at times or memories of days now passed. Long gone are the days of chasing each other lustfully up the stairs or the occasional groping session over the washing up in the sink and George's erect penis pressed hard against my wobbling buttock cheeks. How I wish despite everything that the Lord would allow me one last kiss, cuddle and youthful love making session with my sadly departed soulmate but alas I know that is impossible, whilst all the wishing in the world will never make it so.
By Emily Spankfirst5 years ago in Filthy
Tales of Bette: Reunited 2020 Part 2
Continued from Part 1 Mark takes the lead... She's still a great kisser. Mark felt Bette take his hand in both of hers as he kissed her. The breeze kicked up and her hair struck his face; he could smell her shampoo: coconut and honey. She never forgot. Don't wait anymore. He wasn't sure if it was the cool breeze or the soft, innocent way she kissed him, but a chill moved up his spine. Mark pulled back from the kiss and saw her smile and he did too. "You wanna go back inside?"
By Tinka Boudit She/Her5 years ago in Filthy
A BJ in a Cafe
Ryland’s cock was short and stocky, meaty enough for Laney to wrap her hand around and feel like she had something to stroke. It bounced as she released it, already hard, and she gave it a good couple of strokes as Ryland shifted in his seat, spreading his legs wider and sliding lower in his chair so she had better access.
By Heather Kinnane5 years ago in Filthy
Forever kiss
She slid her cunt up and down the metal pole, the hard driving rock pounding in her ears. Her glitter covered ass sparkled in the colored lights. Teasing, tempting, asking every man in the room to fuck her. Cara leaned back, extending her arm to let her fingers trail the stage floor, her long black hair sweeping the wooden planks. The blatant undulation of her hips against the pole, damn near inciting a riot. Not to worry. Big burly men formed a wall around the stage, keeping the wolves at bay.
By Germaine Mooney5 years ago in Filthy







