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Revenge Is Sweet?

Tuesday, October 5th, 2010

“You’re kidding me,” Donna replied as she and Peg Reynolds sat over coffee in Donna’s kitchen. “You mean just an hour ago he was fucking you on the trunk of the car?”

“Yep,” Peg replied. “Fifty years old and he plows me harder these days than when we were twenty five.”

“I’m totally jealous,” Donna replied. “How does a man do that at his age?”

As Peg walked home a half hour later-it really had been a full day-she thought to herself ‘How does a man do that at his age?’ The wide-hipped forty eight year old tried reasoning her husband’s newly active libido, the way his cock rose now almost every second he was around her, how he’d plundered her so deep it hurt, how she would come three to four times even before he came

A thunderbolt suddenly hit Peg and she had to steady herself on the dining room table. ”He’s having an affair!” she growled into the phone when Donna picked up her cell. “He’s having a fucking affair.”

“I didn’t want to make any accusations,” Donna replied, “but unless he’s discovered the fountain of youth, yeah, that would be my guess.”

“I’ve got to catch him,” Peg growled.

“Yes, we do,” Donna agreed.

“Do you think he’ll see her today,” Donna asked the next morning as she pulled into traffic following John’s car on his way to the office.

“He fucked me just this morning before breakfast,” Peg explained, her tiny gray eyes pinned to passing traffic before them. “He’s gonna need her bad to keep up this pace.”

“Don’t get too close,” Peg added and Donna eased off on the accelerator as John made a turn away from his office.

“Well, at least she lives in a nice place,” Donna joked as they stopped a half hour later a block away from the large house John had parked his car in front of.

“Funny,” Peg replied. “Let’s go.” The friends got out of the parked car and made their way past two manicured lawns to the spacious Tudor.

“Gonna ring the bell?” Donna asked.

“I’m not sure what I’m gonna do,” Peg whispered. “But let’s give them a few minutes to get into something.”

Five minutes later, seething and twitching at what she could only imagine, Peg instinctively reached to the front door’s handle and it actually turned! The door was unlocked, so Peg looked to Donna-who simply shrugged her shoulders- and the pair padded into the house and quietly up the stairs they faced.

“Oh, John,” a feminine voice sighed beyond the first closed door they came to. “I love when you lick me like tha…”

“W-what, who are you?” the naked young blonde with her legs spread yelled to the two women who suddenly entered her bedroom.

“Tell her, John,” Peg said.

“John?” the young woman asked, turning on her side. John stood slowly from the bed, his beautiful cock unfurling to full hardness as he did so.

‘Damn him and his big cock,’ Peg thought.

‘Damn him, he’s got a big cock,’ thought Donna.

“You like the way I fuck you, right?” the tall man began.

“What?” Peg asked, stepping back as if her husband had struck her.

“John?” the blonde on the bed asked, lying fully on her stomach now.

‘Damn, her and her perfect young ass,” Peg thought.

‘Damn, that’s a perfect ass,’ Donna mused.

“Lately, the way we’ve been, you’re getting good fuckings, right?”

“John, you’re cheating on me!” Peg screamed.

“John,” Donna tried.

“It’s all because of her,” the tall man said turning back to the beauty on the bed. The younger woman lifted her arm and gave them all a quick wave.

“Everybody in this room knows you don’t stay married to some one as long as we have been married without true, real love. This is a fling that keeps me in shape coming back to the woman I love.”

Saying all this the man stepped close enough to Peg that she could just reach out and… ”You really should consider this,” Donna interjected stepping forward. She reached down between Peg and John and grabbed the man’s wagging hard big dick.

“I’m not saying I excuse him,” Peg’s best friend continued as John held his breath. “But really this belongs to you.”

At this all the women in the room looked to the hard cock Donna was pulling on and all three ladies smiled.

Except John.

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Pool Party

Sunday, October 3rd, 2010

“Hey, everybody,” Gene shouted, “watch this.” The big guy executed a sloppy somersault off the diving board into his back yard pool. His guests gave him a mock standing ovation as Cal called out: “I’d give that one a three and a half.”

It was the usual crowd of three couples, fast friends all since they moved into this subdivision ten years ago. Gene and Marie’s backyard was the center of all get-to-gether’s and so comfortable were the six, that at the end of the summer of their first year, they started skinny-dipping at these summer pool parties. Cal was grilling the burgers and dogs, naked under his red, white and blue apron; Marie and Katie sat on the edge of the pool with their bare legs dangling over the edge, sipping on wine coolers while the water splashed close to their pussies; Minnie read her book at the cherry red table at the far eastern edge of the patio and Troy swam in the deep end. Gene’s bald head emerged from the water at the side of the pool where his wife sat, coming up right between her legs.

“Not now, not now,” she said, playfully rapping his glistening tanned plate.

“Oh come on,” the man said, lean his chin back down in the water and kissed up his wife’s thick spread thighs.

“Hey, Gene,” Cal sang out, “doesn’t this town have a zoning ordinance about eating pussy. “Katie leaned over to watch the skill of her best friend’s husband and gulped at the bottle she held. ”Cal, can we get a score here?” she asked swallowing sweet liquid as Marie squealed and peddled her feet in the water to the side of her hubby’s shoulders.

“That’s definitely a ten for pussy eating. All the judges agree.”

Again everyone laughed-even Gene-who was eagerly eating his wife’s crotch. No one was really surprised when Katie put down her drink, lean over and took one of Marie’s hard little nipples into her mouth. Such a languid summer scene; barbecue spitting, drinks clinking pool, the pool clear…and a pretty big-breasted woman getting her pussy eaten by a man in a pool while a woman sucked on her tit.

Troy came out of the pool, his thin seven inches bouncing and Cal lowered the jets, undid his apron and walked over to his best friend. Winnie stood, walked over to them both, reached down to give Cal’s thick eight inches a pull, smiled, then grabbed her hubby’s skinny cock and pulled him to the love-seat lounge.

Cal began jerking himself hard watching his wife suck that big tit, Gene in the water eating his own wife and his friends begin to fuck on the loveseat to his immediate right. Katie switched over to the other nipple.

“Close, baby?” she asked Marie. ”Keeping sucking,” Marie cooed as Gene looked up for a sec, smiled his fully glazed face and dove back down into his wife’s thick spread lips.

Seeing Katie move over to Marie’s other nipple, Cal began to furiously fist fuck his cock. Winnie mounted Troy who began flapping about on the love seat, but the tall blonde sat up high on his cock entering her and screamed: “Don’t you come, don’t you come until I tell you.” Everyone knew Winnie could be quite the dom bitch.

Cal stroked even harder when he saw the terror mixed with delight on Troy’s face. Marie flapped her wide ass on the pool tiles as Gene held the front of her fleshy thighs down with his hands and finally finally pushed his face all the way into her pussy. Katie for her part stayed on the left tit she was sucking as Marie obviously began to come, creating deep waves in the water around her hubby.

Val was bucking, trying to hold on, Minnie was pulling at her nipples and breathing loud. Cal began to come when he saw his wife reach down and put her whole hand into her spread shaved pussy. ”P-please…” everyone-expect Gene-growled.

Just another lazy Saturday afternoon in the suburbs.

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The Trip

Saturday, October 2nd, 2010

Ruthanne opened her eyes to a darkened bedroom, the clock on the nightstand reading 1:30. ”I’ve been out for eight hours?” she mumbled stumbling into the bathroom. It was only after she turned on the light and looked at herself in the mirror that she remembered that Jake was gone for the next five days.

Stripping off her sweats and T, the lanky brunette turned on the shower, stepped under the slightly stinging jets and let the needles sooth her. As the water splashed against her heavy breasts, she thought back to over a year ago, to the very first time Jake had touched her. This snap-shot of a moment was one Ruthanne masturbated to often, the first time she knew that Jake was the man for her. Jake had been so gentle, caressing and touching her so artfully with his obviously strong hands; where most men pulled and pawed at her big breasts, he had been almost tentative. She had fallen for Jake then and there and they were married within that year.

“Oh, Jake,” she sighed as she slid one hand down over her flat belly to just the top of her pubic bone, the other grabbing her big right breast. ”Oh, Jake,” she repeated into the hot water as she got up on tip toes, clutched her dewy tit, tickled her index finger down to her clit and…came.
Ten minutes later Ruthanne was dried, warm and curled up with a pillow between her thighs, dreaming of her husband.

A virgin on their wedding night, Ruthanne had become sexually alive this last six months of her new marriage. The orgasms her husband coaxed from her with his rather large cock, his fast tongue and those perfect big hands were addictive. She woke out of a fitful sex dream and feeling the heavy tension between her legs from the obvious humping of Jake’s pillow, the long-limbed lady lifted her left breast and took her nipple in her mouth. Sucking on herself, pressing her pelvis onto the tented pillow, Ruthanne came even before fully waking.

Knowing she’d just go on masturbating for five days, Ruthanne rolled over to the phone on her nightstand. ”Please give me the number for Mex-Air reservations,” she said.

The flight from Chicago to Mexico City was uneventful except for the fact the Ruthanne was literally squirming in her seat. When the Captain announced: “We will be landing in Mexico City in ten minutes, please fasten you seat belts.” Ruthanne did just that, the belt cutting erotically between her heaving bare breasts under this pretty floral dress she had worn just for Jake. De-boarding and a thirty-minute cab ride later, Ruthanne stood waiting impatiently at the front desk of the “El Condor” as the lone clerk finally looked up from this phone call.

“My husband is staying here, his name’s Jake Gannon. He’s with ‘Med-Sure’” Ruthanne said. The clerk punched a few buttons on the computer. ”Room 1154, take those elevators to the eleventh floor and turn right.”

Nodding thanks, the tall woman sprinted for the elevator. Feeling that squishiness between her legs she rode the elevator alone then took five steps down the hallway to stand in front of room 1154. Knocking softly, settling her breath, smoothing her hands down her slinky dress, after what seemed to be an eternity-but was not more then 30 seconds-the door swung open. Jake’s secretary, Claire stood in the doorway.

“W-what are you doing here?” Ruthanne stammered to the stunned Chinese girl.

“We were just going over tomorrow’s itinerary,” the little woman said. An instinctive jealousy grew in Ruthanne’s gut as she barged in past Claire, but her rising anger was just as quickly quelled when she walked into the scene of Jake and several Mexican gentlemen seated at a table littered with papers. Jake turned his head, and with his mouth hanging open almost shouted: “Ruthie, wha…what are you doing here!?!”

“I-I just wanted to surprise you…I shouldn’t have. I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

Jake leaped to his feet and put his arms around his shaken retreating spouse. Turning back to his guests he said: “Can we take this up tomorrow!?!” The room quickly emptied as the men nodded to Ruthanne and Claire smiled and said goodbye. Tears poured from Ruthanne’s eyes the second the room was empty.

“I’m sorry you felt compelled to come all this way,” Jake said taking his wife in his arms. ”It’s all my fault,” Ruthanne replied in the crux of his elbow. “It’s just that I missed you and it’s the first time we’ve ever been apart and I just couldn’t take being alone, and…” Jake pulled his wife from his hug, smiled down to her and said: ”Let me get you a drink.”

“No,” Ruthanne said, took a step back and wiggled down her dress.

“Ruthanne!” Jake said to his completely naked wife.

“I was going crazy on the plane, wondering if somebody could tell I was naked underneath…which of course made me even crazier.”

“You are so naughty.”

“Naughty for you,” she said stepping out of the splash of material at her heels.

“No, no, really Ruthanne, naughty,” Jake said, took a step to his wife and stopped her advance with a hand on her arm.

“Naughty enough to be punished before we begin anything here.”

“Jake?”

“I’m flattered, really, but I can’t have you sprinting after me on business trips, interrupting meetings like a jealous wife.” Jake said turning his pretty wife in her heels. ”Before we get to the obvious reason you’ve come,” the big man continued and began to help Ruthanne bend over the edge of the conference table. “…we need to make sure this doesn’t happen
again.”

Before Ruthanne could protest, react or even spread her legs sufficiently her husband’s usually gentle big hand SWAT her right ass cheek! God, she thought, her pussy flooding even more, Ruthanne really had missed Jake.

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The Coed

Friday, October 1st, 2010

“Please, please come in, have a seat, my husband’s upstairs getting ready, my name’s Madelyn but everyone calls me Maddie, and you must be Samantha,” the tall mistress of the house puked in one breath opening the door. The pretty blonde crossed the door-jam and said through a wide smile: “Everyone calls me Sam, its nice to meet you Maddie.”

“You’re a college student, right?” Maddie asked.

“Yes, I’m a junior, majoring in business.”

Just as Maddie opened her mouth again Vic came bounding down the stairs in front of the two women. ”Sorry I’m late,” he said adjusting the collar on his expensive button down. “‘Hope I didn’t miss anything.”

“Sam,” Maddie interjected, “this is my husband Vic, late as usual.”

Vic came up behind his wife and kissed the nape of her neck. “Don’t listen to anything she says about me,” he said and all three laughed.

“So,” Maddie began, “um, business first, right? That’s the way you girls like to do it? You said five hundred over the phone? For all night, right?” Sam took the five one hundred dollar bills that Vic quickly produced.

“Yes, you have me all night,” the short girl said smiling wide again. “But I have to leave by seven, I have a class at nine.”

“Well then,” Maddie said moving between her hubby and the radiant young girl. “Anybody for some wine?”

“Yes, yes,” Vic remarked, following his wife into the house proper. “I’ll go some glasses.”

While Vic disappeared into the kitchen the two women moved to the wide green cloth couch dead center of the well-lit room. “C-could you just take off you blouse,” Maddie began as she sat next to Sam. “I’m dying to see them.”

Sam smiled, and without saying a word, unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off her shoulders. She was bare underneath.

“Oh, ah,” Maddie moaned. “I didn’t think…my you are busty, I mean your ad said, but…” ”You can touch them if you like,” Sam said as calm as if the two women were sitting having an afternoon tea talking neighborhood gossip.

Sam inhaled oh-so-slightly as the older woman placed a hand on each of her big high breasts. ”Thirty four double dees,” the younger girl said as the older woman massaged her tits. “You don’t think I went too big, do you?”

Vic suddenly appeared with a tray containing three glasses of white wine and stopped dead in his tracks. ”They’re not too big?” Sam asked turning to the man who slowly continued walking to them…the glasses on the tray now shaking.

“They are perfect dear,” Maddie said finally coming up off the little girl.

“My wife loves big breasts.”

“And you?”

“They are magnificent,” Vic said, placed the tray on the low table between them and the trio sat, sipped and smiled in silence for the next three minutes.

“I think its time I help Sam undress the rest of the way, whadda say Vic?”

The older man answered by taking a long last gulp of his wine and sitting forward in his recliner. Sam stood as Maddie did, kissed the older woman as Maddie lean in to kiss her, put her hand on Maddie’s arms as Maddie unbuckled her jeans and shifted and wiggled as Maddie peeled her down to her thong.

“Would you mind doing that yourself,” Maddie said retreating to her husband across the room. “I mean turning and bending to take off your thong?”

“My wife has a thing for women’s asses as well,” Vic offered as Maddie giggled and put her arm around him.

The delightful creature the couple had paid for turned and artfully slow hooked a thumb to each hip, worked the sides of her thong off her creamy white flesh, bent in an almost ‘slo- mo’ movement of honey hair cascading, long thighs clenching and popped her undies free of her magnificently high ass, down her legs then off her feet. Sam stood back up fully and began to turn.

“Don’t turn, just yet,” Vic said. “Can you bend again slightly, open your legs…my wife also has a thing for seeing pussy from behind.

“So, does my husband,” Maddie said and the trio laughed again as Sam got into position and her clients stood and undressed too.

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The Stud Man

Thursday, September 30th, 2010

“Come to mama, baby,” Edith Richmond said softly to the hung nineteen year old college sophomore, “let mama have some of that nice big pecker.”

Cade Barker gave his hips a little shimmy, causing his massive erection to swing gently back and forth, giving the sixty five year old cocksucker her usual thrill.

“Oh my, Raymond,” she said to her husband, who had by this time pulled his own dick out of his chinos and was coaxing it to life far across the hotel room. His wife of forty-one years knelt to the younger man and wrapped her lips around Cade’s rock hard penis.

The Richmond’s made a habit, and paid well for it, of finding well hung young studs to orally satisfy, but Cade Barker had by far the nicest erection either of them had ever seen and for the past three months they paid handsomely for the college man’s time.

“You are our stud man,” the old lady under Cade said. Raymond huffed in the corner and Cade held on to let the lady feast until he came.

Later at his dorm room, as Cade began studying for his Bio mid-term, his door burst open and his lanky black girlfriend Krissy plodded in. ”Where have you been all afternoon, and don’t tell me you were at the library.”

“Krissy, don’t jump to conclusions,” the young man replied, standing. “I was just out, that’s all, just out.”

“You were out letting those old folks suck your cock again, weren’t you?”

“Well, uh, ya see, Kris,” he stammered, “it’s like…”

“I know, I know,” she sighed, “but it just isn’t right, and I don’t care how much they pay you.”

“I’m sorry, baby,” Cade pleaded taking the lanky black girl into his arms and kissing her hard.

“They pay me five hundred bucks. Besides, it doesn’t mean anything, I only make love with you.”

It was the same argument that they’d been having for the last three months. It always ended, like it would right now, when Cade pushed Kris on the bed, removed his girlfriend’s pants and panties and began to lick her pussy.

“Fuck, I hate how you always win our arguments,” Kissy said her eyes closed, brow furrowed and pussy just about to burst. Cade looked up, inserted a finger up his girlfriend’s gloppy hole and said: ”No, now I’m gonna win it.”

Krissy sat back, opening her eyes wide to what she knew was about to happen. He boyfriend knelt up on the bed, unzipped his pants and took his monster cock out of his pants. For her, watching Cade ready his cock to enter her was almost as good as feeling those eight inches up her almost.

As Cade wrapped his cock in his hastily acquired condom-the sight of the man fitting that extra large rubber down his tree-trunk of a shaft another erotic sight the girl really enjoyed- Krissy felt a shallow orgasm take her in anticipation.

“Fuck me my stud man,” she said as Cade knelt up close, placed just the head of his large dick to her pussy opening and smiled.

Now where had he heard that before, the erect hung boy thought, smiling to himself.

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The Football Game

Wednesday, September 29th, 2010

“Brad,” Valerie called from their bedroom, “can you come help me for a minute?”

“Babe” the tall black man said from the den. “The game just started here.”

Raising her voice the demure woman repeated: “Please, just a moment, please.”

“Val, wait ’til the quarters over, ok? We’ve got the ball on their thirty seven!”

Valerie shouted: ”Bradley Decker you get in her this instant, do you understand me?” Rolling his eyes yet hopping out of his resisting recliner, Brad waited for the next play-a screen pass for fifteen yards-then ambled down the hallway huffing. ”Ok, what can’t wait?” Sitting at her dressing table in just bra and panties, Brad’s short wife was running a brush through her fiery mane.

“Well,” the big man demanded, “Whaddaya need, let’s go, let’s go.” The round-faced woman finally turned to her husband. ”Be a sweetie and unhook my bra?”

“You got me in here for that, I’m watching a game Val!”

“I know, I know, but it will only take you a second and I’d really appreciate it, pleasssssssssse!” Shrugging his shoulders, Brad stepped further into the bedroom. ”Turn around,” he sighed. Coyly Val turned her freckled back as her husband reached to fumble with the two clasps directly under the center of her shoulder blades. Struggling for a few more seconds, the big guy stood back in exasperation. ”Jesus, Val, these things get more complicated all the
time.”

“Can’t you…” Val said, deftly reaching round to undo the hooks herself. “See?”

“Yeah, great, thanks for getting me in here for nothing.”

“I just thought…” the little woman said holding her 36double dee bra over her bountiful shelf of tits. “…forget it, just forget it. Go ahead, enjoy your game, we can talk later.”

“What?” Brad asked, truly exasperated. “What is it?” Bowing her head in fake distress, Valerie took a deep breath-expanding her already massive chest-then slowly lowered the white satin bra letting her big chest spill forth. As always Brad gave his wife’s round big boobs more then a passing gander. Five years into their marriage, three dating before that, Val’s meaty tits still gave him pause. Was that cheering he heard on the t.v.?

“I-I think I’m losing feeling in my nipples,” Val said pinching her erect little rosebuds. ”I….” the petite redhead added, her pointy chin down, a clutch in her throat.

“Baby?” Brad asked, kneeling to his wife then as the woman looked up with limpid forming pools in her big baby blues. He reached over and took the woman in his arms. ”Come on, come on.” Valerie hid her smile in Brad’s shoulder. Holding her off him Brad asked: ”How can I help baby, really, tell me how.”

“Well, I…well you know how sensitive my breasts have always been and how much I love you sucking my nipples,” she began as her husband’s eyes lit up. “Well, maybe, well, maybe if you could just, you know, maybe if you could just suck on them a little, just to…I, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have asked, the game is on and…”

“Ok, okay,” Brad replied, then suddenly remembering the game he added. “Definitely, let’s do that.” Leaning off his wife fully then, Brad smiled, dipped his bald head, angled his mouth to the big right breast Val was now holding to him and…. ”God!” Valerie sighed.

“Yorrm, hvrn rrr bsts tttss,” Brad said shoving as much of Val’s warm white tit in his mouth as he could. Valerie’s pussy was about to explode, not only because of her husband’s suckling-it did feel good-but for the fact that she was fully manipulating Brad’s Sunday football watching.

“Bradley, I-I…” she tried and the man finally lean back from suckling her breast.

“What, what babe?”

“Well…” she said sweetly. “…I definitely felt that, thanks, but I think I have another problem.”

“Jesus, Val,” Brad moaned, sitting back on his heels. “Now what?” Flashing her best big-eyed little-girl look Brad’s wife pulled her panties down revealing her bald drenched pussy and thickening clit. “It’s all wet and sticky, whatever am I going to do?” Aware now of the ruse, Brad smiled, stood up slowly and shucked down his dungarees and boxers. His big chocolate cock bouncing free, he took it in hand as his wife stood, slid down her panties, turned and put her palms on her vanity seat. As her husband executed slow steps closer, the little girl got up on tiptoes, spread her alabaster thighs, rolled her ass back and presented her pink chestnut to her hubby.

In a second Brad was up in her, another five he was buried to the hilt, his thick hot cock spreading Val’s hot wet little place from behind. ”Oh fuck,” he huffed, grabbing onto his wife’s hips. ”Better then the game?” Val asked as her husband’s big cock almost hurt it buried so deeply.

“I’ll make the second quarter, I’m sure,” Brad tittered, pushed himself all the way in as his wife screamed with the distant cheering on the t.v.

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The After Party

Tuesday, September 28th, 2010

Gil sat down on the edge of the large king size bed pulling on his socks.

“Babe, we’re due at the Martin’s in twenty minutes,” he yelled to Priscilla in the bathroom. Waiting a few seconds for, but getting no response, he sighed, got up and went in to check his wife’s lack of progress.

“Priscilla,” he shouted over the sound of the hairdryer that assaulted him. “Priscilla!” He stopped at the open door.

His short wife was completely naked standing there with her long brunette locks upside down as she bent her head to dry them. Not hearing her husband, Priscilla stood up, facing Gil and yelping once in surprise.

‘Still the best pair of tits I’ve ever seen’, Gil said to himself, smiling as his wife stood fully facing him with her big tits and her sweet tight pussy bare.

“Gil,” she admonished. “I made us late already.” Priscilla recognized her husband’s ‘I-want-you-now’ look. ”Just let me get dressed.”

Even though she was right, they were late and turned then from her husband-’a great ass too’, Gil thought-Priscilla knew Gil would be up on her in a second; she’d be disappointed actually if he wasn’t.

“You make so horny,” he said stepping up to her back. As Priscilla brushed out her hair, she heard her man reach down and undue his fly.

“Gil, we don’t have ti…” she began but secretly yearned for that fat prick she felt poking her ass. ”G..g…” she tried, leaning her hands on the cold Italian marble sink, spreading her legs just enough for Gil to place the hard hot head of his dick up between her legs.

“Gil, we’re really gonna be la…”

As they both looked in the mirror and smiled Gil entered his wife hard, pushing his thickness up and in between Priscilla’s wet lips as she gasped and threw her head back.

Just as quickly as he had come in though, Gil retreated out of that hot little hole, popping his now wet cock free.

“We’re gonna be late,” he said, spun and left the bathroom. ”Pay-back’s a bitch!” Priscilla growled, sighed, shuttered and continued to get dressed.

(more…)

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