Skewer Stories

She squirms as his tongue slurps through her pinkness. Climax too close, she pulls his head, gasping, “In me.” Rising over her, “Your creaminess was delicious.” “Better than my crème broulee?” “As good as." “Skewer me now. Like those kebabs earlier.” Soon his beloved hardness thrusts, rhythmic as ever, into her wetness. Just one doubt threatens her ecstasy this perfect evening. But then her orgasm sweeps over her, quashin...

Kitty Silbeau had a strange feeling as she stepped out of the shower that morning. There was a heat low in her body which was usually reserved for other times, but there was also a distinct feeling that the day was going to be different in a good way. But there wasn’t much that could be better than what she had at this time, was there? Nothing that didn’t go beyond her wildest dreams, anyway  As she left the car park of t...