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.
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.
It was a Thursday and my wife told me that we had a birthday of a friend of hers to go to. Light stuff, a livelier bar, with live music and such. I never had a problem attending social events with her, after all I love a beer. But on that specific day I was very wrapped up in work. I realized that I would not arrive in time to go, I communicated and she asked if she could go without me. He said he wasn't very into it, that he would end early, but that he couldn't not go because of their proximity. I did, of course.
The house was silent when Luana arrived. I had already prepared everything—the atmosphere, the details, every corner of the room seemed to conspire in favor of what I wanted to happen. She entered with that look of curiosity, mixed with a touch of hesitation, like someone who senses she is about to enter territory that doesn't entirely belong to her, but which, at the same time, she wants to explore."Good evening, Luana," I said, my voice firm but low, letting each word carry authority. She responded with a slight nod, without saying much. I knew that at that moment, any gesture from her already spoke louder than words.
It was a quiet Thursday evening in early December, and for once the apartment was completely mine. My roommate had gone to visit her family for the weekend, and I had the whole place to myself until Sunday. I’m 25, single after a messy breakup a few months ago, and lately I’d been craving touch more than ever. The kind of deep, aching need that keeps you restless at night.
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 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.
Before we get to the facts, a few clarifications. At the time, I was 18 years old, about 5'10", 178kg, athletic, with a light tan, dark hair, and a very typical formal haircut. I was already dating, and my cousin knew about it.Ray was a little older, 21, a tall woman, 5'7", with pale skin, a sharp nose and face, and straight black hair, usually worn in a ponytail. Her breasts were the ideal size, not exaggerated, and what really caught her attention were her thick legs and round butt, thanks to the Muay Thai she'd practiced since her teens.
I’d been dating Mei for about four months when it happened. She’s 24, born in Shanghai but grew up here, petite with silky black hair down to her waist, soft almond eyes, and that quiet shyness that always drove me crazy. We’d fooled around plenty: long make-out sessions on my couch, my hands under her skirt, her grinding on my lap until we were both breathless. But every time things got really heated, she’d stop me just before I could slide inside her. She was traditional in some ways, wanted to take it slow, and I respected that, even if it left me aching
I have a girlfriend, I really like women and pussy, my girlfriend lacks nothing in bed, sex every weekend, intense, and she cums about 5 or 6 times every time, but I'm "kind of" bi. Why kind of? Because I don't like men, I like dicks. Lol. I'm not attracted to men, men's bodies, whether they're handsome or ugly, zero. But I do like dicks. That one does attract me if it's the way I like it. All of this off the record.