Huntington's Monologue

She groaned lewdly as she felt his fingertips brush up against the puckered ring of her ass, teasing the tender hole with a small, circling rhythm. The hand pulled away for a moment, and when it returned the digit was covered in something warm and wet. Saliva, she figured. Her body tensed up as she felt the finger pushing up against the opening, wiggling back and forth as it sought to penetrate the virgin hole. Zaelith had always enjoyed the feeling of a thick cock pounding her from behind, stretching her ass and filling her bowels with a hot load of cum, but this woman had obviously never tried it. Her body was instinctively clenching up, trying to push out the invading finger and turning it into an almost painful experience. Well, if Zaelith had anything to say about it this body would be a perfect fucktoy by the end of the night, ready and willing to accomodate a man in any

When Tom lowered his gaze and mumbled, “Yes, Ma’am,” in a submissive tone, Booker’s grin broadened. He had indulged in many sexual fantasies about Tom, and his favorite was the dom/sub role play. But now that he had witnessed Tom’s compliance, he knew the fantasy would be even more realistic than before. At that precise moment he could picture Tom handcuffed to the bed, his naked body trembling with a mixture of fear and excitement, his expression desperate to please, and for the third time that morning, his cock hardened. He quickly realized he was heading towards dangerous territory and shifting his gaze, he stared at the admin officer’s beak-like nose. It was the remedy he needed and within seconds, his budding erection wilted. A

| Looking after you, what does it look like? I’m not going to ruin your precious little formal. So are you gonna introduce me to this fella’ or what?

Peter Norris wasn't totally surprised by Analise's reaction - or more the point, lack of reaction - to the gun aimed at her stomach, and the threat to gut her with a bullet. In fact he was quite impressed, and his admiration for the woman grew, though of course, he wasn't going to admit to that fact. The only noticeable emotion came when he used the word honey. Pete inwardly chuckled, and filed that piece of information away for future use, as he awaited a response.

However, that didn't matter, for to Ellis, as she knelt on the bed, and the skirt was hiked up, and white cotton panties tugged aside, to reveal her glistening, pink slit, the hair changed colour, and the skirt became Emily/s. Hand reaching down to grasp his hardon, he stroked slowly at first, then gradually faster, as the man fisted the girl's hair in his hand, and shoved her face down in the pillow, her muffled screams of pleasure audible as he reddened her perfect ass with his hand, then slammed his thick erection inside the girl's tight, young cunt. Timing his strokes with the man's increasingly rough fucking of the uniformed school-girl, Ellis gasped and groaned, attempting to hold off his climax. As, finally, the man finished, and rolled the panting and writhing young woman over onto her back, and ejaculated onto her smiling, face, it was Emily Harris, and McHugh released a gasp of pure, unadulterated pleasure, as his hips thrashed and writhed, and he came as hard as he'd ever come in his life, shooing like a fountain; the argument with Beth an issue they could until morning to discuss. If they spoke about it at

She was a very sexual being, and her need hadn’t gone away simply because Rodger had. Mathew was still busy as ever. Though taking care of the kids did fill a lot of her time, she wanted more. That was always the way with Mia. She was in the middle of helping a fundraiser. She was the head of the committee in fact. Mia did like to stay busy and put herself in the center of attention. That day is still so vivid in her memory. She had stumbled inside, taking stock of the lavish surroundings. From the outside, one could certainly never imagine what it looked like on the inside. There were other women there, barely dressed, walking about upstairs. She caught glimpses of them. The woman that approached her wore the most beautiful shade or red lipstick. “It’s called me fuck me red,” she had explained to Mia. Cynthia Reynolds quickly became one of Mia’s closest acquaintances. She explained what her business was and invited Mia to come back and explore the house and ask questions. Cynthia could see the need in Mia’s eyes. She knew the look her women had about them, and it was shining through in

It felt as her life had been turned upside-down, Evelyn Harper was a mess. It all began two weeks ago; one night had wrecked everything she had worked for. It was a night she would never forget. The twenty-eight-year-old would wake up several times during the night screaming, sweating, and gasping for breath. It plagued her mind during the day and her dreams in the night. It felt as if there was no escape, there was no way to ease her mind. The only thing that brought her any kind of relief was knowing she’d given physical evidence after the attack. There was no way these men could walk away from what they’d done to her; they would pay for what they did.

Like her brother, Valerie’s breathes came out warm and heavy as she let the ecstasy of their mating work it’s way through her system. “I missed you,” Valerie explained, her brother’s warm breath gently brushing her ear. Valerie bit her lower lip as she felt her brother shift above her, pulling his erect shaft out of her stretched, sensitive neither lips, sending his pearly seed to join Valerie’s own sexual juices in the carpet.

Olivia had grown fatigued with Nick’s current two-minute rompings. She wanted badly for him to make the tender yet fierce love to her, as he had before Destiny was born. She couldn’t move herself to openly strut into the local novelty store and come out with some object that would cave Nick’s ego. However, she realized that something had to give and here was the opportunity. With the opportunity available, she became indulged in it. As she ran her plump fingers through his coconut scented dreadlocks, the nude Jamaican masseur concurred, saturating her body with his warm, plush tongue from her neck to her pubic line. As he came up off of her pubic line, she saw that his pistol was fully loaded. Her toes wiggled. Her adrenaline rushed. At the sight of the resilient Adonis hungrily standing before her, in a low current, her entire body buzzed uncontrollably. He went down, smacking and slurping. Olivia felt the ooze coming on. And just as she was about to peak ecstasy, Nick’s sleep apnea kicked in.

Perceval wanted to ask Joan what she was talking about, but the answer became obvious when she pulled the ribbons at the top of her wet shift and lowered the garment to her shoulders, exposing high, firm breasts. They weren’t huge, but damn they were round and exquisite. His cock stood even further at attention, and he yearned to touch them, to kiss the smooth flesh, but he did nothing more than pant a strangled, “Ah…”

Her Kawii shaped viridian eyes, Cupid's bow lips, triangular cheekbones, upturned nose, perky alert tits and firm tight buttocks; skin so white, almost seemed prosthetic: no pimple or mole blemished this lactescent flesh: her jet black hair darker than a raven's feather; her anus, quaint and clean like the fossilisation of a daisy: ultimately, all these amenities did not provide her with the perfection of angelic beauty, but more the imperfection in sex appeal, as she stretched languorously, naked on black velvet covers, bored out of her silly little skull and yet, comfortable in salacious surroundings. Her alias, Amber Summers, experienced porn mannequin at 21 years of age, winner of a Golden Clit award, demonstrated zealous panache when performing, which in contrast to her current state, fetch quite the dualism.

He slowly began to spread her open with his tip and, in a voice husky with arousal, and tinged with humour, whispered next to her ear, "I love it when they beg." Then, with his shaft slick with Lexi's own juices, he pressed his hips forward and forced the first inch of his cock past the resistant ring of muscle. Karl was so close already, and aware that he'd not be able to last long. That was probably the only relief Lexi had to look forward to; the final act of degradation was but a minute

Jen’s strategy of staying strong and silent faltered as the second man took his turn, behind her as it were. There was a moment of anticipation, of a thick head prodded her slit, anticipation that slowed time to a standstill. Then agony, a thick cock driving past fleshy resistance to burrow into her depths. Despite her determination, Jen squealed, eyes watering from the searing pain of cock splitting open her pussy. Before she could begin to recover from the ache, he slammed into her again, demanding more from her already distressed body.

"Nothing, just been thinking about you all day." Ellis groaned, his and bit down harder on her lobe, feeling the movement of her hands against his, as she unbuttoned her shirt, and the moment it came undone, Is it bad that your husband wants to fuck your brains out?", with him having unclasped her bra, he grasped one of her breasts, and took it into her mouth. His meat raging in his trousers, the man bucked his hips, and emitted a loud groan, barely cognisant of the sound of the phone buzzing, as she took his took it into his hand. Emily's thin, soft inexperienced fingers touching him, feeling him, then wrapping around his shaft, to stroke, Elli's bucked his hips in the air, as his wet mouth slobbered on her breasts, and he took one of the teen's rosy, pink nipples into her

Surveying her naked ass with admiration when she she stepped free of her skirt and panties, he issued it with a spank "If we don't what we're doing, why you moaning, and your pussy dripping? What we gave you ain't nothing in compared to what you're gonna get." The tone of garnered Doug's attention, and he glanced up to wink at his co-conspirator, before Steve grabbed Sophie's hips, and jerked them backwards.