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.
The sunbeams, breaking through the leaves, draw golden patterns on your naked skin. You lie on a soft blanket, your long legs spread out, and your dark hair falls on the grass like a silky waterfall. I slowly lower myself down next to you, feeling your heart beat in unison with the singing of forest birds.
This really happened to me, so I won’t say where or when. I’ll just say that at that time I had just finished my first year at university and was about to turn 19.
My name is Eduardo Lemos, 35 years old, and I work as an accountant Monday through Friday, with Saturdays and Sundays off. I wake up every day at 6 a.m., drink coffee staring at the kitchen wall, and spend the rest of my time trying not to explode inside that cursed office where I work. The name of the place? "Fiscal Excellence." A little irony is nonsense.
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.
My name is Kathy, I'm 26 years old, I'm divorced and for a few years I was the whore of half the city where I live, even though I was married.After discovering my betrayal with his friend, my cuckold was very cold to start a game with me, I will share this part with you.Many arguments happened and I no longer cared about being called a whore, a slut, a bitch…My husband couldn't accept my actions and even though he didn't want to separate, he decided to punish me for each one of them.
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.
Hello everyone, I'm Malu and I'm back to report another one of my escapades.I'm already 64 years old but I'm still in shape, all toned and with a fire in my body that when I want it, no one can stop me.What I'm going to tell you is the following: I went to do charity work and ended up being eaten by a 74-year-old old man.