Sylvester finally emerged from under her skirt, crawling on the bed, his dick bulging against the cotton of his boxerbriefs. She pulled them down and took out his dick, so stiff and firm, the dick she had been imagining for months. She stroked it slowly, imagining it sliding in and out of her pussy, opening her, splitting her in half. she rubbed her fingers against the tip, the ones that she had been fucking Lauren with. Her juices were still thick on them and she spread them all over the head of his dick, making it shiny and wet. She looked over at Lauren and smiled. "Want to taste your pussy, Lauren? It's very sweet..." She licked her fingers and watched her crawl on the bed to where Sylvester sat. She slid down to the floor and got on her knees, pulling him to the edge of the bed. Slowly, she wrapped her fingers around the base and moved her pretty pink mouth to the tip, sensuously licking her juices from his dick.Karen watched Sylvester's face as Lauren took his dick into her war
Stacey slammed the door behind her as she walked into their house, getting home from work. Her boyfriend, Chris, had called her while she was driving to tell her that he wasn't coming over tonight. She was incredibly angry at him -- her parents hardly ever left her home alone, and she had been looking forward to having him over for most of the weekend. She had planned everything out, and had spent most of the day thinking about taking him into the hot tub, where they would fool around, ending the night with a long session of rounds of sex in her room. She had been wet most of the day just thinking about it. But apparently, Chris thought it was more important to go on a road trip with the semi-pro hockey team than to take advantage of a weekend with her parents gone.Stacey and Chris had been dating since thier junior year of high school, and he was the only guy she had ever slept with. Lately, she had begun to think that whatever had attracted her to him in the first place was compl
They were so wet that she could feel the juices soaking through onto her finger, and she let herself touch her clit through the wet fabric for a few moments before she took her hand out of her skirt.she couldn't do this in the kitchen, she thought, and she quickly made her way to her room, which was downstairs. she left the lights in the den off, the light coming through the windows enough to see, and left the door to her room open so it was lit dimly. she started to unbutton her shirt, wanting to get her bra off so she could rub her breasts properly. she glanced in the mirror as she did so, and laughed at herself, shaking her head. she usually didn't have to masturbate -- whenever she wanted anything, Chris was more than willing to give her what she needed. If he wasn't watching hockey, of course. And when she did touch herself, it was usually at night, in bed, before she fell asleep. she don't think she had ever done this before -- purposely gone downstairs and stripped to masturba
The sound terrified her, and she pulled both her hands away from her, though it was absolute torture to do so when she was so close. "Turac?" she called. she knew it wasn't the cat. The floor only creaked when something about as heavy as a person stood on it -- it was how she knew when her dad was trying to listen in on her phone conversations. She rolled off her bed quickly and grabbed a pair of scissors off her desk, holding them out in front of her as she walked to her bedroom door. She flicked on the light as she stepped out."Mr. Orton!" she shrieked. He was standing right beside her door, a shocked expression on his face, a white envelope in his hand. "Jesus, what are you doing here?!"She felt her face flush, and she was pretty sure the rest of her body did, too. That was when she remembered the rest of her body was naked, and she shrieked again, using her hands in a lame attempt to cover herself. she was still holding the scissors, and she dropped them onto the floor."I forgo
"Please, Stacey. We have to stop this right here and forget that any of this happened. This is not proper at all. We don't are not even supposed to be talking this.""Stop stalling, Mr. Orton," Stacey said, and with another step she was standing directly in front of him as he leaned against the couch, unable to take his eyes off her naked body. "What do you think about doing to me?" He shook his head."Nothing? Okay, I will tell you." Stacey said. "When you were watching me just now, I was thinking about you licking and sucking my pussy before you started fucking me, wondering if a little girl like me could take your dick which I'm sure is bigger than my boyfriend. Did you like watching me touch myself, Mr. Orton?" He swallowed hard, his eyes raking over her body before he nodded slowly. she giggled and grinned. "Do you want me to do it again?"He looked up at her, reaching out and taking her hand. "Stacey, I would like nothing better. But you don't understand... this is too wrong. Yo
It was better than she had even imagined. He licked at her pussy, sucking on her clit lightly. she couldn't believe that her fantasy from just moments before was happening. She reached down, running her fingers through his salt-and-pepper hair, holding his head close to her as he lapped at her. The feeling was unbelievable, and she tilted her head back as she enjoyed the sensations his tongue was causing to run through her. He teased her lazily, the movements of his mouth was pleasurable but not enough to push her over the edge yet. His tongue pushed at her hole, and she got the feeling that he was enjoying just licking at her.After a few mohnts of his relaxed movements, he began to move his tongue a bit faster, dipping it into her hole again as he reached up to rub her clit. she was amazed at how just a slight shift in movment could suddenly cause such different sensations to flow through her body. He flicked his tongue against her clit, moving his finger to slowly penetrate her hol
Mr. Orton stared at her for a moment, looking slightly amused before she kissed him again. As she did, he pulled her down completely on his dick, thrusting up into her. she couldn't help but cry out.He was much thicker than Chris was, and she could feel him stretching her. He buried his dick in her pussy, and held her still against him for a moment before he started to guide her movehernts, his hands never leaving her ass. she gasped as she moved against him. Chris and Stacey had never fucked in this position, and Mr. Orton was hitting places in her pussy that she didn't even know existed. Soon, Mr. Orton's hands were just resting against her ass as she rode his dick, moving her hips hard against him. She gasped and moaned, feeling herself build up in a way she had never felt before. Her movehernts started to get a bit more sporadic, but before she could cum, Mr. Orton stilled her movements, his hands holding her firmly down against him.she looked at him, panting. "Please, don't ma
Tony and his step sister, Bella, have always been really good friends. They both have thier own lives away from each other, but at the end of the day when they were both at home, talking and laughing, they started to get closer. Just the two of them. They were a little more like roommates you could say, because it doesn't matter what they do or say around each other.Like whenever he have sex, the first person he tell is Bella, and she'll usually fire back with something like "Really? Is she pretty?"And something that tends to piss their parents off quite a bit is how comfortable with their bodies they can be. He hadn't seen Bella fully naked or anything, but she was no stranger to just walking around with just a t-shirt and a pantie on.Bella just doesn't care. And something tells Tony that she knows he like it. Not that he was attracted to his step sister or anything, but she is without a doubt pretty smoking hot. She's almost 21 and she's quite short, with strawberry blonde hair,
"Look here, mister, you have to leave here now, or else, I'm going to call the security on you. We are not ready to listen to whatever you have to explain. You can't just come here and cook up a story, then expect us to believe. We are not kids. By the way, Who even gave you the permission to come in here in the first place and disrupt the peace of a woman who has just given birth?""The doctor did....the doctor gave me permission to come in here!" Rothschild replied hurriedly before they got any other second thought. He wiped the tears from his eyes and waited. "The doctor?" The second nurse asked this time. "Yes, the doctor asked that I come in here to see my wife.""She is not your wife, mister. That woman lying there is a single mother and I'd appreciate if you leave here already." The first nurse said sternly to him. Their arguments and noises was disrupting Amelia from having a peaceful rest. It got to a point that Amelia woke up from the sleep. "What....what is going on he
"Amelia?" Rothschild called out as he got closer to her and stared down at her face. He couldn't believe his eyes—he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Amelia had given birth! He rushed to where the child was to see the child that she had given birth to. He held his breath for what seemed like an hour—just staring down at the child who was fast asleep too, with amazement in his eyes. He held himself back from crying. "It's....it's my child!" Rothschild let out, trying to fight back the tears but he couldn't help himself. The child was too beautiful for him to take his eyes off. And the child was equally tiny too. Rothschild wanted to reach down and hold his newborn baby in his arms but the door suddenly opened, disrupting him from touching the child. "Sir, what are you doing here?" It was the nurse who had earlier told him to stay miles away from the ward. "I...I...just came in here to.." Rothschild couldn't seem to find his voice anymore. "Please sir, you need to leav
Rothschild could not contain his joy when he got a response from Amelia the next morning. Although she had not revealed her location to him yet, the contents of Amelia's message made Rothschild leap for another round of joy. Her due date was around the corner and Amelia had wanted him to know that she was going to have their baby sooner or later. "So I'm finally going to be a father!" Rothschild said with excitement in his tone. "When I thought that this day would never come, finally luck has decided to shine its rays down on me." Rothschild said and continued with his preparations to go to the hospital. The result of the test that had conducted on him was finally ready and he had a good feeling that it was going to turn out to be positive. Rothschild ignored Bella's presence still in his home while he walked past her with happiness—he didn't care about anything else, order
"You are impotent, don't you remember and there's the test from the hospital to prove that!" Bella said in response. Rothschild curled his fist into a ball, holding himself back from slapping the hell out of Bella's cheeks. "You bitch!" He roared at her. "I should have known that this is who you really are. Why didn't I know from the start that your heart is darker than night in itself!""How can you speak to me like that. You know it's true, Rothschild, you know what I'm saying is true. Amelia is a liar and a cheat. She got pregnant for another man and now you think that the child is yours?""Be reasonable for just one time in your life!" Bella added. "The only unreasonable person here is you, because you think that I'm a puppet you have your fingertips, isn't that right, Bella?!" Rothschild shot at her but she kept mute. "Answer me, Bella, did you or did you not doctor those test results?!" Rothschild asked,
"Don't you dare put your fucking hands on me, or else I'm going to beat the crap out of you!" Rothschild yelled out in anger. Bella scotted backward in fear, she had never seen Rothschild this angry before and it scared the life out of her. "You lying scum, I don't even know what to call you. You made me send my pregnant wife away from the house and now, I don't even know where to find her!""She wouldn't take my calls or even reply to my text messages and it's all your fucking fault, you bloody bastard!" Rothschild cursed out at Bella who still wore her mask of ignorance. "What...what are you talking about, Rothschild?!" Bella asked, feigning ignorance as she sat still on the floor. "Don't even get me started on that!" He warned. "I want you to go up there, pack everything that belongs to you and get the hell out of my house, I don't want to ever set my eyes on you again, do you understand that?!" Rothschild said and stormed off. "Rothschild please wait!" Bella tried to stop hi
Bella was in shock for almost an hour after Rothschild had left the house. She wanted to run after Rothschild but she found her foot rooted to the ground. "And what was that I had seen in Rothschild's hand, it can't be what I think it is or can it be that...." "No, no way, it cannot be possible!" Bella said aloud to herself, rushing back into her room to change out of the clothes and put on proper clothes but by the time she went outside, there was no sign of Rothschild anywhere, he had already driven away. "No, no, this can't be!" Bella started to panic. She couldn't see what was right in front of her and that caused her to trip over the stairs while she walked. She remained on the floor motionless but clutching her chest tightly. In as much as Bella wanted to deny that she had seen Rothschild walk out of the room with a test results in his hand, so that it would offer her a flicker of hope that Rothschild was not suspecting a thing, it was obvious that the jig was up and soon
"I think you have something up your sleeves, I don't know what it is, but I don't think you've been honest with me lately." Rothschild poked the air in front of her with his index finger. "What...what are you talking about?!" Bella stuttered with a look of confusion on her face. She could see that something was about to go wrong. "Of course, you know what I'm talking about, and don't you dare pretend!!" Rothschild blurted out. Bella could see the seriousness and the anger on his face. "I swear that I do not know what you're talking about!" Bella said as she stepped back. "Alright then, if you do not know what I'm talking about, maybe you should leave this room!" Rothschild said to her. "But...." "No buts, leave now!!!" Rothschild yelled at the top of his lungs, he was already losing his cool at this point. Bella's jaw hung down loos
"You're...you're back!" Bella called out to Rothschild when she saw him walk in through the front door. "Yes, I am!" He replied grudgingly, hurrying up to his room. "Why are you in a hurry, where are you going?!" Bella asked him with raised eyebrows. "It's none of your business, Bella. I don't have the time for this!" Rothschild replied he didn't bother to hide the irritation in his tone as he spoke. "None of my business?!" Bella angrily threw down the magazine she held in her hands and stood up from the couch, knocking the glass half filled with orange juice as she hurried after Rothschild. "And what is that supposed to mean, Rothschild? I am your wife, and I demand to know where you have been and where you are hurrying off to!" Bella yelled out to him. "Look, I already told you that I do not have the time for this; I have a business to catch up with.." Rothschild stopped and turned to respond to Bella who was glazing at him with eyes red as fire. "That does not
Rothschild stopped the car in front of Amelia's mother's house and got down from it without hesitation. He hoped that Amelia would be there and even if she wasn't, her mother would tell him where Amelia was. But if her mother would refuse to tell him, then he would have to find an alternative means to make her tell him where Amelia was. It had been so long since he last saw his mother in law, he didn't know how she would react to seeing him again and in her house. He was certain that Amelia must have told her about the divorce and him showing his face in her house just because he couldn't find Amelia would be like reopening wounds that were already in their healing processes. Rothschild summoned the courage to walk up to the front porch and knock on the front door. "Hello, is anyone home?!" Rothschild asked as he continued knocking on the door. "Hold on just a minute, I'm coming!" He heard a voice from the inside. Rothschild's heart began to pound faster in his chest the m