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Geschreven door: bozosl8 White Chablis I heard her come in. It was late, very late. I did not go with her. I wasn’t invited. She had a date. With great resolve, she tried her best To navigate in the black with quiet finesse. But she was in trouble and nothing she tried Came close to providing a cover for her pride. Muy borracho this kitten of mine As she desperately groped her closet to find. Once inside she closed the door, But finding the switch was a hellova chore. I could hear her muttering as she stumbled about. Then all went silent, I thought she'd passed out. But presently, by god, the light came on And framed the door like ivory neon. The light went out and the door opened slowly. Coming out of the bright into the pitch of the bedroom, I knew she couldn't see me. But I could see her. She was still unsteady leaning forward with both arms stretched out feeling for the corner of the bed. It took all I had not to give myself away with a snicker, or worse, a 'Boo!' But now I could smell her. Her fragrance. "Michael." Her cigarettes. "Marlboro Ultra-Light 100s." Her wine. "White Chablis." The most wicked, seductive concoction ever brewed in the infamous name of femme fatale. In one flowing, seemingly choreographed movement, she silently pulled back the satin sheet and down comforter, slipped in under the covers, and nestled her naked, egg-shell white body deep into the plush of her side of the bed. Then she lay still. Dead-still. The moment defined "stillness." My heart was pounding in my chest. I could feel it throbbing in my neck just below my ears. It accelerated to thunderous in the matter of a few seconds; so much so that I was sure she could feel it; maybe even hear it. But she didn't move. Her back was to me and her body covered only up to her hip. The slope of her hip down to her waist was anything but gentle. And the rise from there to the crest of her mystical shadowy shoulder was surrealistic beyond conception. I was hard. Ache-hard. Hard-ache (noun): the rare, emotional and physical sensation of pain experienced by a male when the torque exerted against his stimulated, blood-sated cock exacerbates itself against the groin muscles and tendons on both sides of his hyper-stimulated testicles. The mocha colored circumcision of my grossly distended cock had flared to almost twice the diameter of its gothically veined, Promethean shaft. My breathing was becoming heavier and heavier. I could not control it. My cock was flexing itself involuntarily every few seconds as I lay on my back. When it stiffen, it would rhymically raise and lower its swollen head up and down out of the small pool of semen leakage that had filled the recess of my naval to overflowing. I rolled from my back to my side. I felt the cum run down my waist when my naval decanted its sticky pre-jac onto the bed. My hand started to glide across the champagne satin to caress her when suddenly she moved, rolling over on her back. I was paralyzed. Her breasts. My God, her breasts! Ten thousand dollars worth of exquisite, perfectly matched, voluptuous twins with nipples the size of baby marshmellows crowning each arrogant peak like two natal matriarchs. I tried to swallow and shot myself in the neck with a full load of hot pre-jac. I lay stunned beside her. She turned her face toward me and opened her beautiful still eyes; the face of every fantasy I've had since I was eleven. After an ethereal moment in the eternal now, she spoke in that Kathleen Turner to-die-for deep whisper of hers,"'Hi. . . Did I wake you? "No. . . Did you have a good time?" "Oh, not so much." And then, she touched me. ss Misschien vind je een van de onderstaande verhalen leuk: Entertaining at house party and new job(17 minuten)Waargebeurd - Chantage, Cock & ball torture, Exhibitionisme, Female exhibitionist, Humiliation, Spanking, Werkplek remember this was back in the early to mid 80's no social network no cell phones so no proof sure made things fun The Attic - A Ghost Story, Parts VI - VIII & Epilogue(49 minuten)Fictie - Anaal, Horror, Incest, Male / Females A couple and their college-aged twin daughters move into a house that has an interesting history, and has an even more interesting impact on the people who live there. Now they want to uncover the story of the two young women who haunt their home, and they have some unconventional ideas of how to get to the bottom of the mystery. Be warned, this is a horror story, and things get a little grim here and there - especially at the very end of VII and the very beginning of VIII. Miracle Worker(<10 minuten)Fictie - Extreem, Humiliation, Incest, Pijpen, Reluctance, Slikken, Teen Male / Teen Female Every character in this story is 18+. It contains extreme incestuous throat penetration with a penis of cartoonishly big proportions and grossly unrealistic quantities of semen. Seminal Glandular Hyperactivity is a terrible condition that affects thousands of young men, cursing them with oversized genitals and a physical need to ejaculate every twenty minutes. Look it up. Allys Pussy Passion, with a surprise(<10 minuten)Fictie - Dom / sub, Female solo, First Time, Jong, Maagd, Reguliere sex Ally really needs some sexy love with a sexy hot guy... So she masturbates with her pussy passion sex toy, and something happens... Venus Futa Trap(<10 minuten)Waargebeurd - Masturbation Please, someone turn this into a hentai. | ||||