She looked down. Sure enough, her blouse was soaked through, and it was clinging to her breast. Her breasts are fairly small, and most days she don't bother wearing a bra, although in hindsight she was wearing a white shirt that day and probably should have had one on. she covered herself quickly, looking up at Mr. Lesnar and blushing furiously as she realised what she had just accused him of. "I'm so sorry," she gasped, incredibly embarrassed. "she... oh God, I didn't mean to... I'm so sorry..."
"it's fine," Mr. Lesnar mumbled. "I didn't mean to look, but... well, you're a pretty girl,and ...I..., I'm the one who should be sorry, Ruth."She didn't say anything for a moment. Truth be told, she was actually kind of flattered, now that she knew Mr. Lesnar wasn't a perverted freak. She looked at him as he stared at the ground, his hands covering the bulge in his pants. He was a very handsome man, and as she stared at him, She began to think of a way to get back at both Kelly and her boyfriend.She took a step forward. "You shouldn't be sorry, Mr. Lesnar. I'm kind of flattering, actually," She said.He laughed softly. "I'm Forty, Ruth. Getting hard looking at a twenty year old girl who is my daughter's best friend -- and my best friend's daughter -- isn't a good thing. She can't help it, though. Every time you come over here, I..." he stopped, and shook his head. "God, I shouldn't be telling you that. You already think I'm sick, I shouldn't tell you that."This was even better, she thought. she looked around the room. Kelly was a normal girl, and her room was fairly messy, but her bed was clear of stuff, and nicely made. she walked over and sat down on it, leaning on her hands and pressing her knees together as she looked at Mr. Lesnar. "I don't mind, Mr. Lesnar. In fact, it kind of helps me."He continued to stare at the ground. "I don't see how it helps you.""Well, I've just been cheated on by my boyfriend, and my best friend. I've always thought you were a very good looking man, and well, you obviously would be able to help me... well, get back at them."He finally looked at her. "I can't," he said. "I mean... you're twenty."she giggled. "And I'm all wet. How about you help me out of these wet clothes?""And it's my daughter... Honey, I'm mad at her, but I can't do that to her," he continued, though she noticed that her comment had made his voice tremble a bit."You don't understand what she did to her," she said. "Imagine that someone knew what would hurt you the worst in the world, and then they did it. I know you want to, and right now there's nothing she want more."He stood, staring at her for a minute, looking conflicted. she bit her lip as he looked at her. "Please, Mr. Lesnar?" she said softly, pleading with him."Your father is going to kill me," he whispered before walking up to her. He dropped to his knees in front of her, though he was so tall that he could almost still see eye-to-eye with her. He touched her knee, and his hands were warm against her goose-bumped skin. His eyes took her in, staring at her body and looking as though he were trying to memorise the look of her wet clothes clinging to her. "You're freezing," he said, running his hands down her calves and then to the hem of her skirt. she sighed as he tried to warm her up a bit, though her skin was so damp that it wasn't doing much.He put his hands on her hips. "Stand up," he ordered. she stood slowly, his hands guiding her up as she stood and staying on her hips. His nose was almost brushing the wet skirt, and she could tell that it was lined up against her mound. He reached behind her and unzipped her skirt. It stuck to her hips and he pulled it down, letting it fall to the floor with a sloppy thud. She shivered as she was left in just a tiny, black lace thong, the air in the room chilling her even further and causing most of her pale skin to b covered in goose-bumps. Mr. Lesnar let out an appreciative sigh and slid his hands up to her ass, his hands warm against her bare skin as he buried his face into her covered mound. He sucked her clit through the thin thong, and she gasped as her body started to tingle. He used his grip on her ass to pull her body closer to his face, his face just pressed against her . He stayed like that for a moment before he brought his hands to the waistband of the thong, slowly pulling it down her legs. Once he had it off, he stood up. she had never stood this close to Mr. Lesnar before, and had to look up to see him. He raised his hands to her shirt and started to unbutton it. Once it was undone, he peeled it away from her damp skin and dropped it to the floor. she shivered as she stood, nude, in front of him, unable to keep herself from shaking as he then took a step back and stared at her."Is everything okay, Mr. Lesnar?" she asked softly, concerned that he was going to back out on her. Ahe crossed her arms and rubbed her upper arms, trying to warm up.He nodded, then paused and shook his head. "Ruth... your dad is going to kill me if I do this to you. And Kelly will hate both of us forever."She stood naked and still shivering in front of him as her face fell. "Please..." she whispered. "I will never tell my dad... and I won't tell Kelly that you did it because of what I told you." He continued to shake his head as he stared at her. "Mr. Lesnar, please. I know you want this..."He swallowed again. "You just want this for revenge," he said. "I...""I want it, though," she said, and she wasn't lying. Just having him undress her and the little bit of attention he had paid to her clit had her dripping wet. The warmth between her legs was spreading all over her lower body. "Please, I know you want this. Don't you want me, Mr. Lesnar?"He opened his mouth, and she anticipated protest. "I will let you do anything to me that you want."His mouth shut and he looked her straight in the eye. "Anything?"she grinned. "Anything at all."He stared at her for a moment longer and then began to unbuckle his belt. He could see how horny she was, so he decided to take full control. "Since you said anything. I want you to get down on your knees," He said. She dropped onto the carpeted floor obediently, looking up at him. She knew what he want her to do. She had been in that position many times. He took his belt off and walked over to her. "I guess you know what to do."He sounded confident, but also a bit nervous, as if she wouldn't listen to him.
She grinned. Little did he know that this was one of Ruth's favourite parts of sex. She loved to suck dick, and she loved to look up and watch as the guy she was sucking got off. she reached up and unbuttoned Mr. Lesnar's pants, sliding them down his legs, and teasing his dick through his boxers. she reached back up and grabbed the waistband of his boxers, slowly bringing them down. His dick sprang out, and she grinned, impressed.He jumped a bit as she wrapped a hand around him, probably because her hands were freezing. His dick was of average length, but incredibly thick. she flicked her tongue against his tip, licking the underside of his shaft lightly before twirling her tongue around his tip. She heard Mr. Lesnar gasp and she continued to lick his smooth dick, coating him with her saliva until it was glistening. Once it was wet, she took his tip in her mouth and sucked gently. Mr. Lesnar groaned and she slide him in her mouth a bit more. she sucked him a little more, stroking his wet dick with her other hand as she bobbed her head teasingly on him. Each time she moved on his dick, she let it slide a little further in her mouth, until she had as much as she could handle, which she was proud to say was most of it. She glanced up. Mr. Lesnar's hands were resting on the back of her head, and his eyes were squeezed shut. she kept sucking on his dick, raising her other hand to gently rub his balls. The second she
"Please..." she moaned, squirming. "Please Lesnar... you know what I want." "Say it," he demanded. "Tell me what you want me to do." "I... I w-want you to lick me..." "she am licking you, honey. I'm licking your leg." She groaned in frustration, desperate to be touched. "Lick her pussy! Suck my pussy" she gasped. "Please, please..." He flicked his tongue against her wet slit, licking the length of it before he slid his tongue into her pussy. she moaned softly, lifting herself to push his tongue in further. Mr. Lesnar let go of her hands and brought them to her pussy, rubbing her slit before he slide a finger in. At the same time, he flicked his tongue against her clit. she almost went crazy, grinding against his finger as he took her clit in her mouth and began to suck it. She gasped and writhed under him, her hands trailing down to rest against his head and push him closer to me. He thrust his finger in her slowly, ignoring her grinding efforts to make him go faster. After a mo
He looked surprised. "A picture?" he said blankly, before comprehension dawned on him. "Right..." He pulled her off of him and she rolled onto her back as he stood up. Kelly's digital camera was sitting on the desk next to her computer, and after grabbing that, he started digging through the drawers of her night table and dresser. "She's got to have lube around here," he explained as he looked. "She's obviously done... that... before." "Check the bottom drawer," she said, and she was right. Mr. Lesnar pulled out a small tube and crawled back onto the bed. Her leaned over and kissed her. "It'll feel really good after a bit, she promise," he said with his lips against hers. "Okay," she whispered. "Get on your hands and knees," he said. she did, her ass facing him as she turned. she heard him open the tube and she squeezed her eyes shut. He put a hand on her ass, rubbing gently before she felt his other hand against her hole. His finger was cold, but slid against her hole easily. He
He repeated it a few more times, and despite the fact that it hurt when he was all the way in her, she started to enjoy herself. He must have noticed, because he moved one of his hands off her hips and slid it around her again, fingering her clit. She sighed as he fingered her, enjoying the feeling, though she was pretty sure she wouldn't cum from being fucked in the ass. He was braced against her, and she could feel him resting against her back as he started to move against her faster. She wasn't exactly sure that she could handle him moving faster, and she protested slightly, struggling against the hands holding her in place. As she pulled away from him, he rubbed her clit harder, and she couldn't help but moan. His legs were resting on the outside of hers, and with a grunt, he lifted himself slightly, and pushed me down further on the bed. Her knees gave out and she collapsed onto her stomach, Mr. Lesnar's hand underneath her. He kept rubbing her clit, his fingers moving faster as
Mike's kids were crying, and his wife, Kelly, was out back, smoking another cigarette as if she dosen't give a fuck. She have tried to make them stop but she couldn't. Sometimes Mike can't wait to get out of the house, even if it means spending more time all alone with bottles of beer.It was going to be about ten more minutes until their new babysitter arrive. The last babysitter got admitted into a university last week. She was working for them ever since their oldest was born about four years ago. The previous baby sitter was so sweet, but was going off to study applied microbiology. She was great with their kids.They found a new girl who was recommended by a friend. Her name is Eva and just graduated from high school. She's 19 years old. As Mike was waiting for her, he was hoping she has those magical babysitter skills and powers to make the kids happy.Good ones can make the kids stop crying before they even leave the house. Mikes wife, Kelly, can't do that and Mike can't do it e
The next few weeks were a mess to Mike. His dick gets hard like rock every time his mind flashed back to the naked pictures.Mike thought, How the fuck did she have the guts to put the pictures, Who took the pictures, Who the fuck is babysitting is kids?He couldn't believe this little nympho. Worst was that his kids loved her. They kept begging him for her to come over and play with them.He jacked off at work so many times. He was in a daze. He asked and begged his wife, Kelly, to suck his dick but she refused."I don't do that," Kelly said."Please, baby, please," Mike said."Maybe you don't want me here with you." She said and went downstairs in annoyance.. She hated Mike for that. She would glared at Mike all the time. The more he tried to get close to her, to wrap his hands around her waist, to nuzzle his wife neck, to cup her ass cheek while she heated up a frozen dinner, the more she withdrew herself from him. She was ignoring all of his advances.The pictures of Eva kept him
They kept going until his balls tightened up and he started to groan even louder."I'm gonna come in your mouth baby," Mike said. She moaned. "Keep going baby." After a few minutes, she was able to take the hole length of his dick into her throat. Mike groaned and squeezed her boobs roughly. She wanted to satisfy Mike and please him. She was giving him her best blowjob.Bobbing back up, she looked up at Mike, her eyes glistening with tears from choking. Mike stroked his dick hard and grabbed her hair, then thrust his dick onto her mouth again before he came hard in her mouth, pumping his semen into her throat in huge spurts. Eva loved the test and began to swallow all. She doesn't want to lost any drop. After he emptied his balls into her throat, his dick finally started to soften.Eva stayed down there, giggling and laying her flat tongue on the tip of his dick and cleaning him up with her mouth. He pulled her up to sit on his lap. "That was amazing," Mike said."You liked it?" She
Kelly had never, ever done this. Partly because she just didn't have the necessary machinery for the fact that she have a small breast. But even she had a big breast, Mike don't think she would have done this. When they had sex, it was very straightforward. She never treated him with any special moves. But Eva fucking wrote the book on special moves.At this moment, was now licking the tip of his dick every time it came up through her cleavage.She was smiling and giggling, so happy as she got him off with her big breast. Mike was happy too. She started talking dirty to him. Mike was on the verge of cumming and could hardly speak."You like this, don't you, Daddy?" Eva said."Yes, baby." Mike responded."You like fucking my breast with your big daddy dick.""Mmmmmmm.""You got so hard thinking about how good I am with your kids, don't you?" Eva asked.Mike groaned loudly."Gosh! I love them."Mike groaned again. She was squeezing her breast on his dick even harder now, moving her boob
Mike left the room and went to Vicky's room. Outside the door, he was fighting so hard to keep his breath intact. She was only doing this for Jennifer. For the first time, he was able to shun her act of seduction. But it didn't turn out so well. He obviously had to apologize for it. He knocked and waited. But no response came. After knocking a few more times, he decided to open the door and get a peep. It was possible she asleep. He just had to fulfill his promise to his wife. Just when he was about to pull the hinge, his ears caught a strange sound coming from the room. “Urghh,” Vicky's voice travelled out of the room. Mike paused. She was moaning loudly. He was beginning to salivate again. What was she doing in there? His thoughts were beginning to run wild. Vicky wouldn't dare bring in a stranger to have sex in his home. Damn it! Driven by his own curiosity, he yanked the door open and pushed himself in. Then, his entire body froze. His mouth was instantly agape. Lyi
Mike delayed his return. He went about different activities, a way of making sure he didn't meet Vicky before going to bed. After having dinner at a restaurant, which he was not used to, he drove back home. Lucky enough, there was no single trace of his sister-in-law when he returned. A feeling of relief swept across. “Thank goodness,” he muttered as he let out a heavy breath. It was already a couple of minutes past nine in the night. Vicky was definitely not going to be up, especially considering the fact that she had to stay at home all by herself. Cautiously, the married fella snuck into his house and headed upstairs. When he got to the room, he noticed it was not locked. Perhaps, he forgot to lock it in the morning. But then, when he opened the door, his eyes saw the living temptation. Vicky was wearing a bum short that was so tight and stuck jealously to her butt. She was bent, backing Mike and apparently shoving the corners of her vagina to Mike. It was obvious someone
"What?!” Mike queried in a shocked and repulsive tone. “Babe, I —”Before Jennifer was not done talking and Mike got up and walked out of the dining area. Jennifer followed him immediately into the room and shut the door. “Sweetheart,” she called him. Mike grimaced as he turned to her. “If this is a damn joke, you should drop the damn act right now.” Jennifer stroked her hair. “In all honesty, I wish this is what you think it is. But then, I'm serious.” “Damn it, babe!” Mike growled in anger. “How can you wake up one morning and just decide to travel? We agreed to take time off work, didn't we?” Jennifer walked closer to him and tried to look straight into his eyes. But the angry man looked away. Jennifer had a way of getting into his mind. But he had no intention of letting her tricks work on him this time. “Babe, this is a huge deal that just came my way,” she said. “I pitched a proposal for this deal long ago. And it just happens to be now that they reached out to me. Babe,
Vicky had prepared butter roasted chicken with grit waffles. She sat on one of the chairs with her thoughts glued to what she had seen not long ago. No matter how hard she tried, she just could not seem to get the man out of her brain. Every damn desire in her was to have Mike handle her so roughly. She wanted his entire weight grinding deeply inside her. She wanted to know how it would feel like to have big big thing inside of her.She was still lost in thoughts when Mike and Jennifer walked to the dining area. “Vicky,” her sister called her name. But no response came. She was busy biting her lips and rubbing her thighs together. Only if she knew that they are watching her.Jennifer tapped the table, jolting the lost girl back to reality. “Hey,guys,” Vicky mumbled. “How long have you been standing here?”Mike and Jennifer pulled their chairs and sat opposite Vicky. “Long enough to know you have something on your mind,” Jennifer replied. “Now, do you mind telling us what it is!”
Later that day, in the late hour of the afternoon, Vicky waddled to the room of the couple and knocked. Without waiting for a response, she pushed the door open. Mike and Jennifer had just finished another round. While Jennifer was still lying down from the heavy bang she had gotten from Mike, the man stood gallantly with a towel wrapped around his waist. He had just finished having his bath. Vicky pushed the door open at the same moment he unwrapped the towel from his waist. “Good mor—” She was going to greet them. But the rest of her words got stuck in her mouth. She was stunned to see the build-up of Mike's muscles— thick biceps, broad and muscular chests, thick abs, muscular thighs and firm legs. Vicky always knew that he was gallant. But then, she never expected him to look so good. All she could find herself thinking of was Mike pressing his muscular body into hers. “Vicky?” Jennifer called her sister while sitting up and grabbing the bedspread tightly.Vicky was suddenly br
He quickly moved his hands down to his groin, an attempt to shield it from view. “What? What did you just say?” He asked. Vicky rolled her eyes and walked to his side, nudging him with her ass as she mounted the stationary bicycle. At this point, Mike was having a difficult time. He looked away. There was no way he could keep holding his cock so tightly. It was beginning to ache down there. All he felt like doing was to have her punished severely for this. He would thrust in and out of her till she begged him to stop. And no! He would not stop. That was the revenge his cock wanted so badly. But Vicky was his sister-in-law and not his wife. His mind was going crazy. “Come on, Mickey,” she said. “Don't tell me you have no idea what I mean. Oh, you didn't know. Oh my gosh! You…never had an early morning sex with Jennifer.” Damn it! Mike cursed under his breath. He was beginning to se
From that moment, Mike could not get himself to sleep. All he could think about was Vicky. No. Not Vicky, but those boobs. If only Jennifer could see the struggle in his heart, she would not have to argue with him over this issue. When he was sure Jennifer had slept off, he walked out of the room and descended the stairs to the living room. His eyes went to the round silver-plated wall clock. 5:06am. That was the time. It was obvious he would not be able to get himself any sort of sleep. At least, not anymore. Not knowing what else to do with his time, the married man went to the gym in his pajamas. He mounted the stationary bicycle and began to cycle his way out of his thoughts. Yes! This was what he needed — all the distractions and other images of Vicky. He would bundle it all and cycle away. “Helloooo,” he heard a voice and his heart flew. He knew exactly who owned the voice— Vicky! What the heck was she doing there at that time?“Vicky?” He said. The walking temptation fou
Vicky chuckled. “You don't need to be bothered about me, Mickey. I had to eat while I waited for your wife, my sister, to come and pick me up.”“Oh, okay.” She turned and walked to the couch opposite Mike, swinging her curves with ease as she moved. Mike's heart was palpitating with every bounce in the air. Slowly, she sat down and crossed her legs in such a way that her thighs were intensely attractive. Mike, at this point, found it difficult to look at her. All his mind could do was trail the path of her thighs. Those boobs were still calling him to rescue them. How could he ignore them?As if he had gotten a grip of himself, he stood to his feet, using a throw pillow to shield the erection he was having. “I will be in my room,” he said politely. “Unless it's urgent, don't call me.” “Come on, Mickey,” she said. “Why do you have to leave? I visited you guys. The least you can do is to keep me company since my sister is not around.” Mike stroked his cheek slightly. “First and for
Mike's mouth was partly agape. His eyes were bulging already. Any man would want to have a taste of those milk industries. Oh damn it! He was not any man. The lady in question was his freaking sister-in-law! Vicky hesitantly grabbed both boobs with her hands— a futile effort to cover it up. In between her fingers, the nipples were still pointing at Mike. It felt like they were telling him to come. “Damn it, Mike!! Get a fucking grip of yourself!” He thought in his mind. As if jolted back to reality, he turned swiftly. “Mickey,” Vicky's voice called him in a very cute manner. “Is there—” Mike didn't let her finish before cutting her off. “What the heck are you doing in my matrimonial chamber?” His voice was stern and rebuking. “Your matrimonial room,” Vicky said, feigning ignorance. “Oh, my bad. I had no idea. Didn't know which of the rooms you told me to go to.” “Y