Gusts of scorching wind whipped across their faces as Colt and Pamela stood atop Hoover Dam, leaning against the protective guardrail, and took in the amazing panorama. On one side, a vast lake stretched out, its glassy surface framed by the jagged silhou...
The sensations and the experience were intoxicating, surpassing any expectations Justin had harbored, and certainly worth every penny he’d paid for. This is the tightest cunt I’ve ever had. It gripped his invading cock with a slick, velvety pressure that...
LEXUS Curvy, cute, sweet, and cuddly My Hair: Sunlit blonde My Eye Color: Captivating brown My Height: 5’6” My Weight: 110 My Measurements: 34d-23-35 My Age and Birthdate: 18; January 5, 1988 My Hobbies: Dancing, partying, and making your event unforgetta...
Colt watched Pamela emerge from the ladies’ room and downed another swig of Powerade. I’ve had thousands of guys order hard liquor to calm their nerves. Yet, this is the first time I’ve been able to relate. That body – a roadmap of temptation that could d...
It was 8:40 as I approached the veranda table, five minutes before Tommy had told me to arrive and just twenty minutes before closing time. The brightly lit courts stood empty, their usual energy replaced by an eerie stillness. Not a single person was in...
Pulling out of the garage, my self-consciousness about my new outfit intensified as I began the ten-minute trek through the neighborhood toward the tennis courts. Despite wavering in the garage about whether to change into something less revealing, I held...
“Oh, hi there, stranger! We meet again.” John stood at the entrance to Happy Ending Ranch, a drink carrier with three tall Starbucks cups in hand. Flagstone’s arid landscape wasn’t as enticing as the dazzling, show-stopping allure of Las Vegas, but still...
As John Reinwald emerged from the airbridge at Harry Reid International Airport, the incessant tinkles and clanks of casino machines greeted him, a chorus so oddly out of place yet quintessentially Vegas. His weary eyes sparked to life, just like that, ta...
It was late when I showed up at Trent's house, still wearing my work uniform. I'd spent my entire shift at the café trying to imagine every possible scenario that could unfold tonight. Finally, I told myself to get over my wounded pride so I could focus o...
She felt so fucking good. Dave Gregory blindly placed his empty beer bottle on the bistro table beside them, hoping it wouldn’t topple over and shatter. He’d pick it up later if Jim chose not to. Right now, Dave needed both his hands free. Lindsay tossed...
