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I ate my coworker at the hospital
We entered the specialty together; she's a little younger than me—24, I'm 26. She's not exactly my body type: lightly tanned white skin, small breasts, but with hips that stand out discreetly. Her butt isn't bad at all; you can tell she used to work out. I think it was her smile, her personality, that started to catch my attention.Ever since we met, I've been teasing her, always jokingly, never to make her feel bad. It's my way of getting attention. She always fought back, then started getting closer (although I suspected she really wanted to be close to me rather than actually face me).
Arnaldo my neighbor
We finished lunch, and as soon as my father left, he didn't like that, my mother called me to the little room in the back where her mini salon was, and there we started the preparations.The theme would be wedding, so I could hope for the best.As always, she started by putting a headband on my head, so that it wouldn't get dirty or even mess up my hair, which in my case was blonde and long.And so we stayed for more than an hour, and I still hadn't seen the result, when she finished with a beautiful and huge pair of false eyelashes, which were the top of fashion at the time, my father came into the house calling for her, who ran out to meet him.
I became the owner of an ass
I'm going to tell you the true story of how I became the owner of my mother's friend's ass. This woman, I'll call her "S," has always been quite naughty. I remember when I was a kid, I would secretly overhear her talking dirty among a group of my mother's friends. And when I was about 16, she had some really unusual games, lol. She would suddenly come into my room and say, "Aaah, I almost caught you playing bingo outside." But for some reason, my family and hers drifted apart when I was 18, and I haven't seen her in person since.
Daddy's workers
My dad owns a mechanic shop where most of the employees are men his age, at least 47. Every afternoon, I bring them food and I've noticed how they all look at me with different expressions, devouring me with their eyes. I confess that sometimes I like to play with them, to heat them up in a way I know will drive them crazy, because it's fun. I've always liked to dress in plunging necklines and short shorts, and I've never minded the stares. When I go to the shop, I dress like this on purpose just to see their reactions—and the customers' too. It's hilarious how guys much older than me drool, and some even message me offering to hang out or just "talk." It's a fucking power trip.
I became the owner of an ass
I'm going to tell you the true story of how I became the owner of my mother's friend's ass. This woman, I'll call her "S," has always been quite naughty. I remember when I was a kid, I would secretly overhear her talking dirty among a group of my mother's friends. And when I was about 16, she had some really unusual games, lol. She would suddenly come into my room and say, "Aaah, I almost caught you playing bingo outside." But for some reason, my family and hers drifted apart when I was 18, and I haven't seen her in person since.
I love it when they fuck my wife
I love having my wife fucked. And that passion dates back to my first girlfriend. When we were very young, we had very dirty sex as a couple and unleashed all our desires, fantasies, and fetishes. That's why, in the three years we were dating, we had threesomes, swingers, and several orgies. I had great sex with my second and third girlfriends, but nothing like my first. When I got married, my wife turned out to be even hotter and more slutty, and that was heaven for both of us. Very soon, we started unleashing all our desires, and after six months of marriage, we were already having threesomes with men and women. And soon after, we started swinging and fulfilling all our fantasies and fetishes.
Fire in the Back Seat
It was a sultry afternoon, the kind that seems to conspire to ignite forbidden desires. It had been months since I'd seen Ms. K, the tall brunette with curves that defied any attempt at self-control. That gorgeous, enormous ass, molded by jeans that seemed tailored, occupied my most secret thoughts. We were both married, trapped in parallel lives, but our five-year affair was an addiction neither of us wanted to give up. We arranged a quick meeting, supposedly just for a hug and a chat, as if it were possible to keep things so innocent between us.
At the feet of the Lord
After Compline, when everyone retired to their cells and the only sound to break the silence, hour after hour, was the ringing of the bells in the old chapel, their small footsteps, crossing the wide, dark, cold corridors, could only be heard by those who pressed their ear to the bedroom door and, resignedly, accepted, for eternal minutes, hearing only the beating of their own hearts.
