My First Time With A Girl – Part 2 “I want to taste you,” I said, as we became increasingly hot and frantic and I kissed my way down her smooth, hot, lovely body and then gazed briefly at her gorgeous pussy, with its fine, soft golden-red hair. Pushing my tongue inside her, I slid it quickly onto her stiff little clit as she screamed…
My First Time With A Girl – Part 1 Rose was the prettiest girl I’d ever seen. She had long red hair and big blue eyes that could switch from mischief to innocence in a heartbeat. Her figure looked stunning in our school uniform. Slender and yet luscious and curvaceous. Her long legs made the blue tartan skirt look tiny. Her pert ass filled it…
Schoolgirl? This always infuriated him. He would grab me by my waist and put me over his knee, lift up my nighty and give me a bare bottom spanking. He would recite something or other with every smack. Telling me how I made him do this and it was all my fault. In reality, it really was, I wanted it. If he wasn’t spanking me…
Schoolgirl? Sexy little parochial girls to be exact. You can’t lie. You fantasize about them often. Short plaid skirts, sexy white button-up tops, knee-high socks, and little ties around their necks. Your cock twitches with the thought of just lifting the skirt to get a glimpse of what is underneath. Little white cotton panties covering the devil’s playground, or so I was told. It was…
Ageplay Phonesex-Stepdad gives the perfect gift -PART TWO- Welcome back to my ageplay blog, if your senses have yet to experience part one click here I moan as I exhale “that’s all I’ve dreamt of stepdaddy” I feel Rich’s fingers massage my pussy against my satin lavender panties. His hands squeezed and caressed my sweet youthful, love mound. With his strong hands, he carries me…
Ageplay Phonesex-Stepdad gives the perfect gift -PART ONE- And there he had me, dripping in his silken sheets. His sweat beading up on his forehead , heat building, intensifying with every thrust . My tiny waist pinned down by his right hand, his left hand covering my mouth, maintaining the secret of our forbidden fruit. “Is anyone home?” we hear coming from downstairs. The door…