Mysterious
From a tropical clime comes the picture. Palm trees, a white picket fence, visible, just beneath the rear view mirror.[…]
Read moreFrom a tropical clime comes the picture. Palm trees, a white picket fence, visible, just beneath the rear view mirror.[…]
Read moreShe sends me pictures. In the first, her lips (to me) are luscious, full, sweet-looking. She says I’m wrong, that[…]
Read more“I’ve been thinking about your lips, about how it would feel for my cock to slide along them, between them.”[…]
Read moreRight around 1:10, it starts to really pick up. She’s a little bit of a bratty sub – picking and[…]
Read more“Can you see?” “No.” “Can you make out light and dark?” “No.” I lifted her sheer t-shirt over her shoulders,[…]
Read moreAnd this time, she even says “Hey, N.” at the end…. Click here to listen. (A player should pop up.)[…]
Read moreWillow, blonde, wears lycra leggings, a tight top. Her friend, Elyse, a fiery redhead, is dressed similarly – brown cotton[…]
Read moreThe power she holds over me is inexplicable. Her eyes are steel blue. Her hair, blonde. She’s a shameless flirt. […]
Read moreShe meets me at the hotel bar. I ask her to wear a short cotton skirt and thigh-highs, heels, and[…]
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