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To give the girls a good view, I climbed of the cunt mid-ejaculation and started pumping my cock in front of their cam, so that they could see the thick wads of jizz leap out my cock. I viewed them on my laptop, and saw them going through the usual motions of getting heated up, and sighing, and expressing disgust and lust in rapid succession, according to the actions I performed on the cam. For good measure, I fished my balls out of the side of my briefs as well, and without further ado, pushed my cock right into Pooja’s lovely young mouth, while I placed my hands in her lovely raven hair, and pushed her head towards it simultaneously.
Showing her true sense of humour now, May thought for a few moments then said, "Yes, I was, wasn't I - that's not a problem though, I'm sure you'd like to masturbate me till you make me cum in my navy blue gym knickers again though I'd like to change them as they're so wet between my legs." We were both highly aroused as I took hold of the bottom of her navy blue gymslip and lifted it right up round her waist and, as I studied her lovely tight little navy knickers, I moaned, "I want to make you cum, May, I want to masturbate you till I make you cum in your navy blue school uniform knickers."
She felt like she was going to explode, but as Dean's fingers finally reached her pussy, a new sensation hit her. While he rubbed her pussy through her shorts, Dean's thumb drifted up slightly, and pressed ever so slightly against her lower belly- right over her bladder. Dean returned his hand to her pussy, now able to slip under her panties and rub against her slit. "Dean...stop!" Beth moaned as he went at her clit again, pressing between her pussy lips through the thin cotton of her panties. Getting a little excited herself, Beth looked around the empty parking lot, them leaned in and replaced his hand with her mouth.
Would you like to put your lips around my nipple and suck, as your hand squeezes my pussy mound, feeling the wetness through the cotton? Wet. Already, my juices are spreading, and I feel the sticky nectar beginning to seep through the white cotton. If you could see me now, you'd like how I'm writhing against my own fingers, hips beginning to raise, and the pink shadow of my hand sticking to the wet whiteness of my knickers. I want to feel the force of your eager face pushing a little fold of cotton between my sliding lips, to feel your hot breath mixing with my hot juice, and I need to push against you in urgent desire.
Since I had discovered these books, the closest thing to pornography I had ever seen, I would often sneak one into a restroom located on that floor and go into a stall and whack off as I read about the foot fetishes chronicled in the case studies. I held onto the little foot, continuing to make love to it, but used my other hand to unzip my jeans, drag out my hard cock, and began to jerk right there in the aisle. She kept rubbing my cock with her feet but she said, "I am taking you for a little walk my boy." I held her little feet in my hands and gave her the best foot massage she had ever had, or so she told me later.
I acknowledged her by humming into her breast, my lips firmly attached to her nipple, while my hand explored the other, my fingertips plucking, pulling, rubbing, bringing it to full stiffness. She pulled my hand away, bringing it down to her knee, whispering, “Go for it!” I looked up into her eyes, raised my head and kissed her. “Inside.” She said, “I want you to make me cum.” I was now kissing her neck, feeling her pulse as my fingers slipped slowly inside, feeling her heat as they disappeared. I feasted for several minutes, my lips and tongue working in concert with my fingers to bring her off for the second time tonight.
M keeps her left hand stroking the marks on her breasts, as her right hand slides over the rope marks on her thigh. “I would love that,” she replies, as she takes my hand and places it on her breast. M quickens the pace of her rocking, drives my hand harder to her pussy and answers, “Please Gil, right now!” I grab her wrist and kiss the back of her hand and ask her, “How does it feel?” When Brooke is back behind the counter, I slide my hand onto M’s right leg and undo the bottom two buttons of her dress. M replies in a nervous voice, “I hope you have a change of clothes for me, and a bucket and mop.” “What if I squirt, Gil?” she asks.
A particular session would be me on my knees, squeezing and pulling on my hard on, letting long dribbles of pre-cum ooze onto the picture, where I made sure I painted the crotch of her panties with it. Eventually I knew we’d be leaving soon, so I would move my hand faster up and down my throbbing shaft, and as my orgasm approached I would aim my cock at whichever model attracted the most of my attention. At one point I got brave and began jerking off in the shed behind our house and I’ll be a son of a bitch if my Mom didn’t almost catch me red-handed, or would that be cock-handed?
Later on I discovered through my mum that Grace would be away on the coming weekend and I had been volunteered to feed her cat. Not something I would normally be too delighted about but as I took Grace’s spare key from my mum so many naughty thoughts rushed through my head! I could already smell the gorgeous musky scent off all her combined dirty washing, but with these panties being close to the top I knew they were a fresher pair. I could barely believe that I was holding an item of clothing where my sexy neighbour’s excited wet pussy had been less than 24 hours previously.
We both gasped loudly as my hand slipped between her legs, closing over the lovely soft, smooth and incredibly tight crotch of her navy blue cotton school uniform knickers." Beside myself with delight, I moved my hand between her legs, the feel of the soft smooth navy blue cotton of her schoolgirl knickers driving me wild then, very softly, I asked, "Are you nice and tingly down there between your legs, May?" "I'd slip my finger into your hot wet schoolgirl pussy and finger fuck you," I told her, feeling her tense as I said that, "I'd finger fuck your tight little pussy till I make you come all over my hand and the inside of your gym knickers."
Finally, she slipped one hand down around to cup he scrotum entirely and, when involuntarily raised his hips right away from the table top, she reached all the way beneath and allowed two fingers to grip the turgid base of his shaft. She went slowly at first, in short little strokes, and then increased the tempo and length of her slide until, finally, she moved so far forward that his cock suddenly slipped out of the wet prison of her panties. Quickly, and deftly, Kaylee slipped the folded panties off his cock head and then used her thumb and forefinger to point him against her tight little hole.
Leaving the panties for last, I scooped them up with the black plug - just to make sure to follow Goddess' orders - and the half empty bottle of lube which I was quickly running out of with the new introduction to my alluring, Mistress. Grabbing my phone, I quickly snapped a shot of my cock and the plug now three quarters in my ass. Letting out a soft moan, I took another picture from above my head, looking down at my chest and panty-encased cock. Unable to resist anymore, I laid back and began stroking my hard cock through my panties, moving them down to release my tumescence.
Over the next few day's and night's I rubbed my pussy through my panties, ensuring they were soaking wet with my juices. He finger fucked my pussy through my sodden panties as he sucked my petruding clit, the look on his face confirmed to me that he was in heaven. My pussy being rubbed frantically as I did this, I looked up to see him smelling the ripped panty that I thought had been discarded. Eventually he lifted me off his body and lay me down on the bed, I watched as he detangled my panty from his cock the same way he did when I caught him wanking with my french Knickers.
They’ve been flirting outrageously across the table all evening, and as Poppy brings them their dessert she can’t help thinking she’s interrupted them in the middle of a particularly dirty conversation. She’s sure she hears him say something like “…have you right here on this table”, but then the woman sees Poppy coming and shushes him urgently. He comes really hard, right against the inside of his thin trousers, forcing his stuff through the material, and the woman’s toes become covered in sticky ejaculate as she continues to rub at the spreading damp patch. Poppy is still a bit embarrassed at the way the conversation is going, and as usual when she’s unsure of herself, she says the first thing that comes into her head.
Playing with his balls and rubbing his hard cock through the red lace panties while watching himself was bringing him closer to orgasm. Scot liked the feeling, he wanted a rough hard cum. He moved the red lace and began to rub his cock with the panties– a little scratchy but the red lace moving up and down on his dick was erotic. His moist, shiny head, engorged and slightly blue; and the big, hard cock, appearing out of the red lace was crazy erotic. Scot removed the panties and just used his hands, wet with pre cum. The red lace was wet in his hand but seeing the sticky cum like a thick string from his head to the panties was sensual.
Dragged by my ear from her kitchen to the basement, I think of her whipping me fast, full force and non-stop across my exposed cheeks and the backs for my legs with a thin cane. She put her legs one at a time over the arms of the chair, her pussy wet and exposed positioned on the leather cushion. You get whipped brutally for being the bad boy we both know you are, you get to make me wet and you get to do this to your mother as a reward. She laughed little girl like, squirmed in her chair, started to breath heavily. "Push your butt out and up, want to see that little penis of yours pointing down toward the floor.
Darren wished he could have been able to reach up and grab that arse to hold her cunt over his face until he suffocated from her scent. ‘Oh…..mmmmm.’ Naomi bit her bottom lip as the pressure and explosive wave of euphoric pleasure spread throughout her body. She could tell by the lust crazed stare he gave her that he wanted to prove to her he was a better lay than the wicked device still buzzing away on his head. Yes!’ He cried, and she squeezed his member, pursing her lips together over the head of his cock to the point it hurt a little. Darren threw his head back; writhing in a mixture of pleasure and pain under the diligent administration of her furious hand fuck.
Standing in the utility hallway and watching those two women go at it, I don't even remember pulling my cock out. "You probably don't know," she said, "that one of the first jobs that I got when I started my own plumbing business was replacing the antique pipes in this building. Her one hand still held the soft tip of my cock while the other reached up and gently turned my head back to the action in the restroom. I didn't look away from the action in the mirror until the blonde collapsed and the brunette had to catch her. I felt Hanna's mouth engulf my cock, and when she pulled away, I could feel her saliva dripping down to my hand.
“You heard, wank for me or you will never get to suck my toes again,” she said with a smile on her face. “Next time I tell you to do something, make sure you do it,” she said whilst squeezing my balls harder. “That’s a good boy, wank faster but make sure you ask me before you cum,” she said. “That better, it’s time for your punishment,” she said whilst lifting her feet to my mouth. I replied, “Thank you Mistress for letting me worship your feet,” with cum on my face. “If you don’t want me to send those pictures to anyone you will do what I tell you,” she said with a smile on her face.
Thrusting his hips, moving his aching cock within his hand, his balls drawing up as his body began the familiar tingling; he was close, seconds away from his own sense of redemption as he redoubled his efforts with the biting flogger. His voice was broken in desire as he spoke, “Go on, and confess all.” His own hand now wrapped around his exposed cock, feeling it throb against his palm as he slowly stroked it. Father, the only way this could be better is if you were in here with me, doing all these sinful things to me, but because of your vows, I’m left with imagining you fucking me.” Her moan could be heard throughout the entirety of the church as her pussy spilled out around her finger, staining her skirt and soiling the confessional.
The Brigadier pulled down his shorts and had his tight long cock in his hand; which he stroked as he watched Sumi performing her daily routine exercises. I felt like a dumb head peeping on the Brigadier; apologising and making very stupid incoherent noises as I retreated awkwardly trying to explain to the Brigadier that I had come to deliver the food box that Sumi had asked me to deliver. I was so acutely embarrassed catching the Brigadier in his peeping activities that in the evening, I decided to go to the Brigadier’s house on my way back from my office before going home and profusely apologize to him for my stupidity, so that this incident did not sour our relationship.
I vaguely felt like I wanted to be absorbed into the newspaper. I developed fantasies about being caught by the newspaper man in the morning. I always spread a lot of papers inside the house, just behind the front door. Naked, I would pump in the papers and fantasize about being caught by the newspaper man who would then hump me. That never happened, but one time the newspaper man pushed the door open more and threw in the paper after a few moments of hesitation. One time I had an escort meet me there and the scenario was that he would pretend to work for the paper; he would invite me into his car, where he had a lot of papers on the passenger side.
She leans over and takes my soft and scared little penis in her hand. She lets my balls fall out of her mouth, cups them in her hand as she feels me start to throb. She takes my hair, makes like she's going to slap my face, her hand raised up. My mother looks to Doris, runs her hand up her back and pulls her hair back. I liked what I saw down there when I punished you for your lazy housework, liked your little ass responding nicely to your mother's stern hand. I think I'll let Doris handle that for a while, your punishment and your reward, maybe just sit and watch.
However, as I started to get up from my chair, eager to plunge deep into Angie's cunt, she looked over at me, and said "Not yet, big boy, we promised to show you just how much your naughty wife likes being fucked in both holes at the same time, and turning back to Pam, she went on, "Time to put on our strap-ons, and after we have fucked his wife, we can take turns with Alan's sexy little arse." When she asked what Pam and Angie would like to do next, it was Pam who spoke up first, "You are always telling us how good Alan is at bringing you off with his tongue, how about we all lie on the bed, and get him to lick our pussies in turn, until we cum, and then we are satisfied we will let him fuck us properly.