Professor Daren was sweating. Karla had come to class dressed completely inappropriately again, and he was having the worst time trying to hide the tent in his pants.
The beautiful young woman is sitting on a park bench watching people dancing around the pool in the luxurious mansion where she and her husband have been invited. However, she feels out of place in that environment where beautiful women show off their bodies in skimpy bikinis and beautiful male specimens pair them up. Her name is Bianca and she has been married for two years.
I'm Ruan, 22 years old, 6'2", 183 lbs., white, and blue eyes. I've been dating a beautiful girl for 3 years. I'm studying engineering. I'll tell you something special about me, lol: I'm simply horny, but very horny for old men. I can't see an old man without getting a hard-on.
Hello everyone, I'm going to tell you a story that happened to me a long time ago. I'll change a few things to avoid exposure, as I live in a small town. My name is Julio and I was 18 at the time, and my girlfriend Mayara was also 18.
I was 39 years old, good looking (but I'm no hunk) 1.74 tall, well I moved to a building and right away a neighbor caught my attention, she was 52 years old, black hair, just a little overweight, medium breasts and a butt that attracted me as soon as I saw it, she was always very polite and kind.
I was 16 when I went for my first exam.When I arrived at the doctor's office, the doctor, a super hot older man, 6'2" tall, about 45 years old, told me to come in and wait for the last appointment because the appointment might take a while because of my young age.
It was a hot Sunday afternoon, the kind where the sun seems to melt everything. My boyfriend texted me: "Get ready, put on a bikini. I'll pick you up so we can enjoy a water park." Little did he know I was already in the mood to tease. I chose my pink bikini, the one that leaves my panties stuck to my butt, highlighting every curve of my body. I wanted him to see it, for everyone to see it.
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.
Our relationship has always been a deep and relentless exploration of the world of BDSM, an intricate dance where I, as Master, proudly observe the mastery with which she, my Dominant, commands not only me, but now also a new submissive we've decided to incorporate into our unique dynamic. This is no mere fantasy; it's a lifestyle, a carefully constructed universe where dark desires and limits are tested with watchmaker precision. In this ecosystem of pleasure and pain, we find a young woman in her early twenties, with ebony hair and green eyes that blended fear and excitement in an irresistible combination. Though inexperienced, she displayed a curiosity bordering on addiction, a thirst for submission she could barely conceal. She was ready to surrender herself to the commands of my partner, this goddess of cruel wisdom whom I so admired.
I went to lunch with a couple of friends on a sunny Wednesday. The woman worked at my husband's company and always told me about his dirty dealings with the women there, and I always gave her little gifts to keep me informed.The guy worked nearby and was a college classmate of hers.