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Grant brushed his fingertip over my lips, which were already swollen from his kisses. "Sometimes," he murmured, "I feel like you're the devil on my shoulder." We sat in his car, which was parked out in the middle of nowhere. Here, we were safe from discovery. Trees surrounded us, and overhead, clouds had begun to gather. It was a late Saturday afternoon, and by the time evening arrived, Grant would be back home with his w...

Her husband's cock is in my hands; I masturbate him upon the sand,Sun so warm, a burn may occur, I sunscreen his dick and hear him purr,Other women watch with narrowed eyes as I stroke his manly prize,Her husband pledged his cock to me on the beach of Waikiki. I honor his gift repeatedly and often stroke him publicly.With excellent husbands such as this, I'll provide a sun-warming flick.Her husband is a jewel of a man; it...

I worked late tonight, knowing that I would be coming home to an empty bed. I checked my cell phone again to see if you left me a message. Nothing. It has been a whole two days. Nothing, until a couple of hours later, after I had a little dinner, showered, and got into bed. My cell phone, at long last, uttered a sound. Finally, a sign of life, a text. Hi, Sweetheart. I want you to cum for me tonight by phone . I smiled an...

Long day. It was the end of a long day, at the end of a long week, and Rachel was tired. Worn out, feet aching, she had opted out of the Friday Club-a-thon with work friends, riding home to her small flat, grabbing the fixings of a quick dinner at the corner market next to the bus stop.She was shimmying out of her knee-length blue skirt even as the apartment door was closing, kicking it toward the bedroom door as she plac...