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“I’ve tried smiling more, varying the speed of my bell-ringing, provoking eye contact, avoiding eye contact, humming carols. Nothing seems to make a difference.” Mary sipped her cocoa, the fireplace’s brilliant flames reflecting on her eyes. “Maybe if I play Christmas songs, it will soften people up.” “It’s impossible to get folks to part with their money, nowadays,” replied Mary’s husband, turning the page of his magazin...

She tossed her hair to the side and let her tongue run up and down the shaft. He was hard. She moaned slightly and took his dark shaft into her warm mouth. He moaned even louder. She began to bob up and down. In seconds he came, the cum spewing from his cock. She didn’t pause. She pleasured him for a bit, holding his cock and then she swallowed. She lifted her head and looked at him standing in the door to their bedroom....

Mitch stirred in the middle of the night, waking me from a deep sleep. From the rapid movement of his eyes behind closed lids and his indistinguishable mumblings, I assumed he was in the middle of a dream. He didn't seem distressed, making me think he wasn't having a nightmare. I slipped out of bed and went to the bathroom. As I sat there in the dark, waiting for my bladder to empty itself of the Coronas we had earlier, I...

While the two lovers, Lexi and Byron, held each other close, Maddy had broken her kiss and was reaching under her bed. Her big tits were still covered by the blanket. She needed to use the bathroom and in her bag, she had a spare robe. When she found it, she removed her halter top, replaced it with the robe, and stumbled a bit as she made her way to the bathroom in the dark. Lexi turned into Byron's chest and covered her...

Sam It was really rainy when Mark and I landed in Boston. A good excuse to spend our first night at the hotel, enjoying some alone time together in the room. We fucked over and over, and lay around eating room service and talking while we recuperated. It felt so exciting having Mark all to myself for a little while. I smiled when I noticed how nice it was that he didn’t have to keep checking his phone to see how much time...

Water gushed all around Tom as he drifted down the river. Warm, wet, velvety walls enclosed his rigid member, and he let his gaze follow the direction of his thrust, past a belly button, then up, up, over an impossibly elongated torso, then further up, even as the water disappeared and he fell... back into wakefulness, staring at the cracked paint on the ceiling of his student bedroom. The sound of pouring water hadn’t go...