Trish reentered the guest room, and the sounds of two bodies slapping together hit Brad’s ears before he even saw them. “Hey, Betsy,” Trish hummed and turned the camera toward the bed. “Your husband wants to watch.” “W-what?” Betsy gasped. She lifted her...
Brad swallowed deeply. His eyes drifted back to the last image. Yes. Please. He waited for the next photo, his two fingers and thumb jerking at his cock. Instead, another message appeared, and it made him moan in perverse decadence. Say please send me mor...
Brad’s phone buzzed beside him, the screen lighting up to reveal the image of his smiling wife. The anxious husband stopped pretending to watch TV and snatched the device from off the armrest. It had been over an hour and a half since his last message, tw...
Lying on the floor of the communal showers, I was covered in cum. Not my cum. It was in my hair, in my chest hair, on my face, all over the speedos I was wearing, and I think there was even some cum between my toes. This was part one of the initiation to...
PART TWO ‘We will start off gently, to begin with, June, then build up to full force cane strokes,’ said Stuart. For the next half an hour the two of them caned my ass together, Stuart on one side and his friend on the other. They began fairly moderately...
Rob knew he was mine to do with as I pleased. His lamentations to the contrary were merely lip service to absolve himself of the guilt over coveting his best friend’s wife. I deserved a good hard fucking; since my pathetic husband was neither up to the ta...
