A Simple Pill: A Short Story

Nevada heard me and grins, “Isn't she? I love beautiful things.” I felt his hand brush up against my ass and started goosing me a little. Normally, I would stop this but I was

Grinning, he spread her legs wider and shifted his body up. The tip of his cock brushed her slit as he moved, bringing forth a groan, before he slipped back down, an ice-cube held between his lips. He met her gaze, then let it fall from his mouth, slightly melted, onto her torso. "That's a good girl, beg for me." He hold of her wrists, lifted his arms above her head and kissed her lips. "Should I let you come, Elena?" Brett arched a brow, then dipped his head and kissed her neck, issuing bites, licks and nipples to her flesh, and slowly began to make his way

Joan reached down and touched herself as he thrust, moaning and calling out to Perceval with excitement.

Megan turned from Addison, hooked her thumbs over the string of her thong and inched the dark tinsel toward the floor, bending only at the waist. While bent, she glanced back, wiggled her ass a little and skillfully slingshot the sparse patch of material between her legs and onto Addison’s chest.

He lightly blew warm air on Elena's as-yet barely touched, clit and lifted his head from between her thighs to lock eyes with her. "Unless you plan on begging me to make you come, and I might oblige." He smiled, in a position of full control now ; if only Elena didn't notice that notice that, having just released, Brett already sported another throbbing rock-hard erection and would soon be aching to come again

Mrs. Rowe shrugged. “I guess. I like to think we have a pretty good relationship.” Jane thought of her own mother and smiled bitterly. Mrs. Rowe seemed to notice Jane’s preoccupation and changed the subject. “Thank you for staying after to work with her. I’m sure that budget hoarding Li isn’t paying you for it.”

“I’ve missed you.” He scratched behind her small, leathery ear flaps and her eye rolled up into her head with pleasure. She enjoyed it for a few moments before sliding down into his lap and looking at him expectantly, her suction-cup mouth making anxious pop-pop noises.

“Man Sarah, that Painted Girl is a tight one,” John said caressing her leg. “She’s fun though. Her face puckers when she’s embarrassed.”

“You heard me, Shay. What did you tell my sister? She attempted to give herself an

really like how that cute rear felt on her girlcock, she kept rubbing on both Felicia's cheeks, even slapping them at times. She wanted Felicia to have that fucked stupid face when it was all said and done. Celes just picked up the pace, she took extra enjoyment knowing her clothes were mostly still on! She grabs on Felicia's breast during the series of thrust, giving her boobs a slight squeeze. Her body hits into Felicia with every thrust. Celes stops for a second. ''I bet you're sweating again'' She stares at Felicia's rear the entire time, loving seeing it move with each thrust. She gave Felicia twenty more thrust and even shakes her a bit during the

"I seen my sister kissing the neighbor girl once. Just wondered what it felt like is all." he tried to explain it all in one breath, his ears burning red in embarrassment.

Imagine receiving an invitation to a prestigious and luxurious party tucked away inside a secret abbey. The gathering is a mysterious masquerade in which every guest’s face is concealed. The amenities include entertainment in the form of music and dance, and decorum exquisitely and meticulously crafted and placed. The whole atmosphere exudes a dream-like quality, which calls into question if the events are simply a product of one’s imagination. This situation is comparable to that of “The Masque of the Red Death” by Edgar Allan Poe. Originally published in 1842, this narrative tells the story of a wealthy noble, Prince Prospero. An extremely deadly plague, the Red Death, has devastated the land, and Prince Prospero invited a group of a

"Don't do that," Sylvia ordered, her emerald eyes glinting, but still with a softness about them that she reserved for no one but her brother. "You know I simply cannot resist you when you play the helpless man."

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