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Hotwife: My Wife's Pool Boy - Part 6
Luke and I were sitting at the dinner table enjoying our meal when I heard his phone go off. I watched him pull it from his pocket and read the message. He smiled at his phone and then slipped it back into his pocket after he typed something.
By Skylar Quinn2 years ago in Filthy
Hotwife: My Wife's Pool Boy - Ch 5
“Luke!” I moved out from under Seth and walked over to him, “I thought you were not coming home just yet?” “Well, I heard how you sounded on the phone, and I got worried. Clearly, I didn’t need to be.” Luke looked Seth up and down, “You seem to be in good hands.”
By Skylar Quinn2 years ago in Filthy
Hotwife: My Wife's Pool Boy - Part 3
Seth licked his lips while looking down at my hand. I could tell he wanted more; I was willing to bet on it. I squeezed his cock through his pants, my lips parted, and my tongue grazed them. I took a deep breath in; my chest rose and fell slowly as I let it out. Our eyes were locked, and I knew I had him seduced.
By Skylar Quinn2 years ago in Filthy
Hotwife: My Wife's Pool Boy - Ch 2
I watched the clock as the minutes ticked by. Seth should be here soon, and Luke wasn’t home. Now would be the perfect time to see if I had been right, and the pool boy wanted to fuck me. I had on a nice sheer robe that covered absolutely nothing. My nipples were rock hard with excitement as I timed this perfectly. I heard the back gate open by the side of the house. Seth was here.
By Skylar Quinn2 years ago in Filthy
Hotwife: My Wife's Pool Boy - Ch 1
Seth had been cleaning my pool for a month when I noticed him looking at me through the window. He always seemed to time his visits right when I needed to shower. Hitting 40 this year was hard on me emotionally, but this young twenty-something stud watching me bathe really made me feel young again. My husband had always told me if I was ready to spice things up in the bedroom to let him know. As it just so happened, I was finally ready to become adventurous.
By Skylar Quinn2 years ago in Filthy
Dinner, Chapter 2
With their husbands off to enjoy a round of golf, Lyra and Emma found themselves in the soothing atmosphere of the spa, ready to indulge in some much-needed relaxation. This modern spa was a place where technology and tranquillity merged seamlessly. As they lay face down on the massage tables, wrapped in soft, plush towels, the scent of aromatic oils filled the air and the gentle hum of soothing music played in the background. The conversation from the previous week seemed far from their minds, yet it lingered just beneath the surface, as if waiting for the right moment to resurface.
By Mercedes Chanttoo2 years ago in Filthy
Cheating Husbands: My Step Daughter's Friend- Part 3
Chapter Three – Charles I didn’t think that it would be so hard to be this close to Beth the next day. We were in my wife’s suburban and driving to the country club. My stepdaughter had loaned Beth a skirt for the occasion, and she kept opening her legs. She wasn’t wearing any panties, that little minx. I knew she was teasing me. The way the angle of the rearview mirror was I caught a glimpse of her sweet supple pussy every time she adjusted in the third-row seat. The girl knew what she was doing.
By Skylar Quinn2 years ago in Filthy
Cheating Husbands: My Stepdaughter's Friend - Part 2
I left Mr. Hunter’s office and ran to the bathroom. I had never done that before, taken a cock in my mouth. It tastes so different than I imagined. The cum shooting in my mouth and then sliding down my throat was a sensation I couldn’t have pictured. And what it did to my pussy made me crave more.
By Skylar Quinn2 years ago in Filthy
Cheating Husbands: My Stepdaughter's Friend - Part 1
Work had been rough all day; people needed me, but no one had asked what I needed in return. My stepdaughter and her friend were coming home from college tonight; it would be a house full of women. What I needed was a stiff drink and a blowjob. The odds of the latter were minuscule. I traveled home the long way, delaying the inevitable of the cackling women. All that estrogen and not enough testosterone. But that’s life when you marry the sexy broad with a teenager. Some costs were manageable.
By Skylar Quinn2 years ago in Filthy
Heavy Hearts (p1)
Kyla Wagner sipped at her drink at the bar as her friends talked around her. She was uncomfortable on the bar stool which was designed for thinner people with smaller buttocks. The sleeveless top her friend, Amira, had convinced her to wear was making her self-conscious, knowing that her big arms and underarm fat was on display. She swept her long brunette hair over her shoulders, wanting to disappear entirely.
By CT Idlehouse2 years ago in Filthy
