You feel my length against you, you are wearing six-inch cfm heels, a gem hanging in front of your hard clitty, and cupless bra.  Your nipples puckering even more when you see your boss there in torn clothes, hands bound above her head.  Breasts spilling...

My heart pounds.  Their lips meet.  Their wine glasses set on the edge of the hot tub.  My cock breaking, their feminine lips parting, tongues tentatively exploring each other.  I moan as my wife caresses our guest's large breasts over her bikini.  As the...

"Men can't touch the strippers but women can," Krystal whispered in Kathy's ear as she ground on Kathy's lap. Kathy's eyes lustfully roamed Krystal's body.  Lingering over Krystal's soft skin, smooth tummy, and oh so impressive breasts.  The way Krystal m...