Coffee shop Stories

She got up from where she was lying and sat on the bed’s edge. The towel was still under her so she stood up and removed it. As she did, she saw the huge puddle of her cum laying on top of her bureau and the droplets of it on the front of the drawers. She took the towel and wiped her bureau clean and she felt the stickiness between her legs. She needed to shower. While she was in the shower, she started thinking to hersel...

The inner muscle of her hot moist thirty-two year old canal gripped her index finger as she inserted it, slowly pulling it all the way inside. She felt the fiery pliable pink walls surround her finger as she let it linger inside, letting the elasticity envelope it, tugging on it, making the sensation build. She loved getting herself off. She had learned how to master it fully. Her legs were spread as wide as she could get...

As I slid my little car into the parking space, I checked my makeup in the mirror one last time.  I looked like a slut today, but I knew that was what you would have wanted.  I was wearing those ass hugging jeans that you loved because they cupped my cheeks to perfection.  I had paired them with my favorite knee high boots with 4 inch heels and a glittery top that hugged every curve and showed off my tits.  I wasn’t weari...