Thursday, September 14, 2006

Nude Vagina Desktop Wallpapers

'If that's the way you want to clean it up then yeah, I want you to lick it off my titties. Come around & kneel between my legs that way they will be right in front of your face that way you can lick & suck all that delicious cum off your mommy's titties. Yeah that's it suck them baby boy. Suck mommy's titties you dirty little boy. I'll teach you to cum on them, you naughty boy. If you ever do that again I'll make you lick it all off as punishment. Oh yeah oh fuck lick it, suck that nipple, make sure it's clean. Suck your mommy's titties you little fucker. Yeah suck son suck, I like it. Don't stop sucking until I tell you. Your cocks all hard I can feel it pushing against my stomach. I suppose your going to cum on me again. Are you? Are you, you filthy little slut, your going to cum on your mommy again aren't you. Keep sucking my titties or I won't let you cum. Your making your mommy cum again, oh yeah I can feel your cock jerking against my belly. I can feel you're hot cum squirting all over me. Oh yeah suck my titties, cum on mommy, you're making mommy cum again. Cumming. Cummmming, cummmmmmming, little slut, filthy little slut, mommy's horny little boy. Oh Steve that was great. Did you like that?'

Angel was slightly unsure of what she was doing but she wanted so badly to taste him. She couldn't take all of his length but she wrapped her hand around his base and began to stroke him gently, using her tongue around his tip, trying to bring him to edge. Although he was enjoying every moment of Angel's sexy pursuit he was never one to cum first. He drew Angel to her feet with one hand and reached to his desk, pushing aside his papers and laying her back. Hastily he removed her skirt and thong, admiring her beautiful shaved pussy.

I made small talk with the guests as I wondered who to call or see to fix my celibate condition. One of the guests, a good friend of the family named Alonso offered me a beer and we stood by the swimming pool, watching the clusters of relatives and friends yapping away or nibbling finger sandwiches.

Because it was a three-hour drive, Marie suggested we go up the night before. She told me about a clothing optional hotel she found on the internet that wasn't too far away. In as much as I was always looking for ways to make use of or show off Marie and our sex slave bargain, I agreed.

After the usual routine chores of getting his passengers settled, cleaning the coach ready for the next day and then finally finding his room, Jeff walked into the dining room. He put on his cheeriest smile and greeted his passengers as if they were the most important people in his world. That was one this about the man, he may have been average in many ways but he was excellent at his job. He dined with his passengers and then proceeded to the bar after most had retired to the rooms.

I don't know how we three did it but we got untangled and one after another we went to the bathroom and returned all fresh and clean.

She finds herself protesting but still opening her thighs in arousal. This putrid smelling man is as strong as an ox and determined to devour nothing less than her soul, she thinks. As Jennifer spreads her thighs his incisors tear into her neck and make the blood trickle down her breasts. Her nipples become hard at once and suddenly her mouth is watering and her breath catches in her throat.

Storming through the big, heavy oak swing door, which slammed loudly behind her, Andrea drew the attention of everyone in the room on her – except for Charles, the ancient, almost-deaf porter who was watering the plants in the corner. She just about managed to find a seat in one of the back rows of the room, apologizing silently to the audience of professionally and rather annoyed looking journalists. The man sitting at the front table facing them continued with his report, pointing at statistics and tables coming from the OHP. After searching in her rather big handbag for a minute, she finally managed to get her Dictaphone out and set it up on the little table attached to her chair.

"Ohh..!" I groan, in disappointment, as she backs off the bed, and disappears into our walk-in closet. Tease. But then, what can I reasonably expect, at this point? We've already fucked a record ten times, tonight, including the aforementioned three or four times, and I'm not lying, And, she does have to work. And, my cock hurts, and probably wouldn't be able to take it, anyway, at least not for another few hours. So be it.

About the same time Alex was thanking Sue for the drink, Jake made his way towards the piano. Though the rest of the bar was not much to look at with its stains and patrons, the piano was the one bright spot in the whole place. At least it was for Jake. Every night at seven o'clock, he felt alive. His hands would touch the keys and music would just flow out of the piano. Hell, everyone told him that he was the best they had ever heard.

When are you coming over. I am tired of Motels. I like my own bed. I'll leave the garage door open. Just drive right in. OK?"

The room had a loveseat against one wall and a chair against another. In between them was a low table covered by a velvet cloth that held a few bottles of different shapes and sizes, a small stereo, and a vase with flowers. The walls were mostly bare but had a few framed drawings of naked or nearly naked women. The lighting in the room was very soft and dim adding to the already sensual feeling.

As they broke the kiss, Nate had an announcement for me.

"Oh goody" cried the beautiful daughter, "I can play with your joystick."

When Steven entered his daughter Mallory's room he found the 18 year old yakking away on the phone. The Father smiled at this and nodded to Mallory as he approached her as she laid on her bed. Mallory gave her father a smile as she looked over her shoulder at Steven and Steven for his part said nothing as he sat on the edge of her bed.

"Hey, watched where you aim that thing," I said. Before he could move it, a second blast landed just below the first, just missing my tit this time. He finished spurting onto his chest and stomach. He just stared at my right tit, watching the cum run down.

"Donnnnnnaaald?" she repeated, "are you listening to me?"






Comments: Post a Comment



<< Home

This page is powered by Blogger. Isn't yours?