Kinky
When looking for a little spice, or something not quite considered the "norm"...take a left down Kinky Boulevard! Here is where the action runs wild, and the only thing to expect is the unexpected!
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"Two of the men placed themselves on either side of Carolyn while the third went on his knees in front of her. From then on, the whole scenario became a veritable onslaught on her body. Her breasts were being rubbed and squeezed and her nipples tweaked until she cried out somewhere between delicious pain and delirious pleasure."
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"With my cock out of my pants, I pulled her off the couch and onto the floor with me, and I crushed myself onto her firm, wiggling body, feeling her breasts through her turtleneck. I began grinding my bare cock into the soft front of her old denims. I grabbed her sensitive feet, using them as magical handles now, to anchor us."
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“Look up! Look at the camera!” she commands. Stefan clicks away for as long as he can, but soon shudders overtake him, and he releases his orgasm down my throat. Jane is not pleased. She wanted to watch. She wanted him to come on my face. She wanted more pictures. Ready to get even, she demands he fetch her “little black bag.”
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"I sink to my knees, unbuckle his belt, help him out of his shoes, socks, and trousers. He’s still gorgeous with those long, muscular runner’s legs, abs nearly as tight as I remember, hard pectorals and triceps. A moan escapes me as I glimpse his cock straining against a flash of damp white panty. He reaches for my breasts again, but again I push him away. “I’ll tell you when,” I say sternly."
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"I draped my legs over her shoulders; my hands clamped onto the armrests and I held on for dear life. My body surged, every muscle tightened as I began to jerk about in orgasmic pleasure."
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"She stopped kissing him and concentrated on fondling his penis, her breasts inches away from him, aching for his touch but not wanting to be touched, her pussy getting dripping wet from the excitement of the incredibly sexy tableau she had created for herself. She was ecstatic, exhilarated from her daring exploration."
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“Very nice,” Jeannine said, surprising herself at her own sincerity. He really did look … not pretty, but definitely very sexy: his very hard cock tented the white material like he was trying to shoplift a javelin, and the sheer material was already growing damp at the end with pearly pre-come. Again, it took all of Jeannine’s control not to just lick the end, taste the salty bitterness. “Very sexy, Al – no, that’s not right. You’re not really Al, are you? Not right now.”
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"Frenzied, she stripped and flopped on the bed. Then she caressed her nipples with the doll’s long hair, ground the doll’s face onto her clit, stroking back and forth. With a gasp, Amber plunged its long legs, boots and all into her pussy. Her back arched, as she stroked her clit and thrust it in and out of herself. She came with a spurt that drenched the doll and soon after, fell into a deep sleep."
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"I laughed and then wrapped my hands near the base of his cock and began to walk away forcing him to walk with me and to be led by his cock. He let out a sound of shock, some low guttural sound from deep inside his throat. “Follow me,” I said to him. I led him slowly like this, by the cock, down the hall to my room. We entered my room and I let go of his cock, turning around to watch his reaction as he saw the bed and the straps that it now contained."
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"Bet you want to touch yourself," she croons. She slides one hand down his belly, feeling the shift of skin and muscle, the tension. She lets her hips slide back, almost out of him, and then back in, reveling in the smoothness of the fuck, the way he strains against her but doesn't fight it. "Bet you'd beg to have me touch you. Touch that pretty, hungry cock of yours."
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