Stroke King

Glossy lips full of cum, she bent over to let the stroke king have his turn. A long fat dick tapped her ass then slowly went inside. Crushed velvet sheets became the landscape to a wet fantasy as he pushed deep into her ass. Eyes upon eyes, stood in silence as each stroke created music throughout the gallery. In and out then stop. In and out and stop again. The slight tease tore at all senses making her pussy ache for his attention. Aware of her distress he put both legs on his shoulders then tongue fucked her anal. Paralyzed by an undeniable desire, she grabbed onto the velvet sheets. Fingertips at her clit made moans come easy. Then as he laid her down on the bed like a queen, she opened wide. Rubbing her wet pussy, the stroke king put his dick inside. She bit the side of her lip as she felt the full power of the stroke king. Going so hard, he shook the bed fucking her like a bitch. Pussy lips sucking every inch of his cock made him scream passionately. The room of watchers had open mouths as they felt his reign deep in their soul. The climax set the room on fire as the stroke king fucked harder making the velvet sheets slide to the floor. Then as she took in all he had the director said, “it’s a wrap.” –

Up Next: Dinner Served

Favorite Fantasy: FMF

Two bodies learning the language of lust, when she walks in. Legs spread she takes all the energy from me. I grab the sheets as if they are familiar as I twist with confusion. How could she know my body like this? Then as our act becomes complex, he slides inside her deeply, stroking hard as the bed shakes. Then are roles become different as I sit on her face. Soft lips take in his pride as I watch him moan then call my name.

Kitchen Love

The cookies lay on the counter saturated by fire. He stood with one hand on the hip, disgusted by the sight. I leaned into the doorway watching him as he tried to scrape away the pain. Worried that he would give into tears of frustration, I decided to help. Slowly walking into the kitchen in nothing but a black silk robe, I stood behind him. Hugging him slightly, I moved to his right side then grabbed a mixing bowl from the cabinet. He looked towards me with a raised brow as I combined all the ingredients. Chocolate chips began to melt as I stirred gently.

Soon I attracted the fire starter and he began to lick the chocolate on my finger. Cookies still awaiting their destination, I knew there would be a late entry. Picking me up, he placed me on the warm stove while kissing softly. Fingers in my cookie jar, he created a wet tense moment that caused me to wrap my legs around his waist. Soft lips kissing into mine let me know the truth.

“Baby, I burn them on purpose because you always make them better than me.” He said while kissing down my neck.

“I know.”

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