Hiding under the cash register, ogling Vince’s crotch as he spoke to nosey Ms. Richmond wasn’t the worst way for Charlie to spend the eve of Christmas Eve. “Where is the Missus?” Ms. Richmond asked. “I haven’t been seeing her.” “Left two days ago to visit family,” Vince said with a smile, complimenting Perry Como’s Home for the Holidays, murmuring through the establishment’s speakers. “So you’re alone during the holidays?...

Grabbing ya hips and throwing dick is what I’m with, Throwing it back, clapping those cheeks, you know it thick, Head pointed south, ass shooting north is what I’m ‘bout, And when the time comes, I bust it all in ya mouth. But just not yet, while I enjoy beating this booty meat, All that rippling and wobbling got a brotha truly weak, Fingers sinking deeper, flesh feeling softer, Her insides heat up and cunt runneth over....

In the heat of the moment, bodies tangled together, a rhythm of desire, pulse quickening, the exploration of ecstasy. Her big booty calling out to be touched, fingers slipping over smooth skin, the urge to grip and squeeze, lingering in the sweet sensation. Hard and urgent, a primal need taking hold, writhing and moving as one, lost in the raw power of lust. Spanking fun, a playful touch, the sharp sting igniting flames,...

The entire drive home, Mike tried ever so hard to convince himself that he was making the correct decision. The financial burden of three adults with only one producing income was too much to bear. The sex is great, but I can’t take this anymore. He didn’t come to this decision easily. For months it gobbled away at his brain like a zombie fiending for vibrant flesh. What was to be a visit from his white, middle-aged cyber...

His pecs were bouncing, flinging sweat like a spitting rain. “Ride that dick, dawg,” the Gym Rat moaned, hands on the other man’s abundant thighs. “Say you love chub-booty,” “I love chub-booty! I love chub-booty!” he chanted, in time with the slap of skin and the creak of the bedspring. His toes curled so tight the knuckles cracked as everything in him clenched. Sweat glistened on chubby pecs. “Mmm, yeah, that’s the way t...

All eyes are on Nozomi and her round ass as she pumps gas in her car. Skin tight jeans that hug her curves perfectly and a blouse that puts an exclamation mark on her big melon breasts. Everyone from teenage boys to old men coming into the gas station has his eyes on her. She gets back in her car, she sees a text from Darren that concerns her. Darren’s text says, “We need to talk.” The first thing that pops in her head wa...

It was after ten when I pulled into my driveway after rehearsal. For the past two weeks I had rehearsal every evening and it seemed like I hadn’t seen my wife, Galatea, in months, as she would be asleep when I got home, and I would leave before she got home from work. It was a vicious cycle and the stress of not being able to love my wife was mounting. So on this night, I turned the car off and sat in the driveway and jus...

So there I was, nervously waiting in the parking lot for my job interview at UPS. I was applying for jobs all summer that year. Application after application, and not one single response. It sucked big time. Lucky for me I found an ad that UPS had posted online wanting warehouse package handlers, at $15 an hour. Wasn't bad for an entry level position. It was a new facility, too, 20 minutes from where I lived.The last gig...