"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,
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
It was raining heavily as Ruth pounded on the door of her best friend's house. The lights of the house weren't on and her best friend's car wasn't in the driveway, but she was so enraged that she didn't care. She was about to give up on the door and just crash through the front window when the light in the sitting room came on and the door opened."What in the hell are you...." Her best friend's dad looked furious until he saw her. His jaw dropped as he looked at her. He was silent for some moment as his eyes glued on her body. Reason which Ruth didn't know and didn't even care to know. "Hey! Ruth, what's going on?""Where is she, Mr. Lesnar?" she asked, her face flushed. "I need to speak with Kelly right now.""She's not in the house" He replied. He looked worried, though he wasn't looking at her. Ruth guess he had reason to be worried but that is not what she came for. That's non of her business. Her business in his house is to find her daughter and tear her flesh into pieces."Wher
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 bo
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 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
On a cold and quiet night, the voice of Jennifer moaned melodiously as her husband, Mike rammed in and out of her. Beads of sweat were all over the head of the well built thirty year old man. “I love you, Mike,” Jennifer croaked out amidst the pleasure that was ravaging her entire body. “Call me daddy, sweetheart,” Mike's hoarse voice said, sending chills down the heavily aroused and sensitive body of his wife. “Daddy!!” Jennifer obeyed. The moment of pleasure lingered for a while before the two finally got to the height of the excitement. Jennifer hit orgasm with soft and tender cry accompanied by many body jerks. She came. Mike, on the other hand, shot his hot cum deep inside her. With that, he let his weight collapse on the bed. Not long after that, he carried Jennifer to the bathroom and washed her up. Jennifer was in bed, waiting for Mike to join her so they could sleep in a warm cuddle when his phone began to ring. “Babe, your phone is ringing,” she said. Mike finished wa