I stumble upon him, In a private room. Only him and one other, A friend, I first presumed. Quietly I watch, Having not yet been seen. Not knowing what to do, I wait, To see if he’ll come out clean. His hand moves up another’s thigh, With every finger stroke. “You’re so fucking hot,” he tells her, And with that, my heart was broke. You see, I’ve known this man for quite some time, A relationship of sorts. But we’re guilty...

I know the rules, Of this game that plays me. No emotions involved, Just lies and hotel fees. No calls in the evening, Your name stored as a she. Two hours twice a week, When you belong to me. Scolding hot showers, Wash away sweat and shame. I can’t help myself though, When you moan my name. Wrapped in your arms, Pretending I’m fine. But the band on your finger, Doesn’t match mine. Untangling of limbs, An awkward goodbye....

Biting my lip to hold back a moan, he pushes against me harder. My breasts hurt from being pressed against the floor, and my outstretched arms slide another inch in front of me. I feel him against my ass as he kneels behind me. His fingers bruise my hip as his right-hand pushes my back, forcing my head lower. I feel the stinging pain of him stretching me. My nipples tighten, and my pussy gushes at the way he manipulates m...

I watch, transfixed, as monsters of all description move their hard thick dicks in and out, some slow and hard, while others thrust frantically. Their grotesque, painted faces are twisted in ecstasy as their eerie moans and groans blend in with the sounds of the party going on around us. One by one, they slowly pull out their softening cocks, cum leaking out of the gaping holes of the carved pumpkins. Withdrawing my finge...

I sense him before he speaks. I feel the bed dip under his weight, heat radiating off his body, warming my naked back. I sit crossed-legged on velvet sheets in the middle of a large, imposing metal-framed bed. His breath skims across my delicate shoulder and up my neck. Goosebumps break out over my body, and my nipples become hard as pebbles. My pussy begins to moisten and glisten; such is the effect of his proximity. “Yo...

I hold myself as still as I can possibly hold myself. It feels like I've been in this position for hours. My long, slender legs burn. But I can't move, as he will be here soon. The anticipation has my tight pussy slick with excitement. I clench my svelte thighs, rubbing them together ever so slightly. My tingling clit begs for his type of friction. My stimulated mind begins to wander. Wondering what will happen when he do...