My girlfriend had gone to her parents' house for the weekend. I took advantage of the opportunity to stay in my pajamas all day, without makeup, watching porn and eating junk food. I was just about to touch myself when someone knocked on the door. I thought about ignoring it, but she knocked again. I approached, annoyed, without a bra, my T-shirt showing my nipples. When I opened it, I found her standing there.
Alice woke up and lazily turned to the side, blinked a few times until her eyes could focus on the clock on the nightstand, when she managed to focus she saw that it read 7:20, she turned over in bed again and stretched.
0 ( 0 )It was a normal Thursday in our routine. I had gone out to take care of some things downtown, and my wife stayed home working. She works in event planning, so part of her work is done from home, through calls to suppliers, purchases, and sometimes calls with clients.Well, while I was still on the street, I received a message from her:"Hi love! Work is stressful today ???? I need to relax... you know, right? lol"Yes, I already knew exactly what she wanted. I replied that I would arrive soon and that she could do whatever she wanted with me.
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.
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.
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.
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.
The heat wasn't coming from the street. I could have sworn the blazing sun outside, baking the asphalt and making the air shiver, was just a side effect. The true hell was inside me, a low, constant oven that burned in the pit of my stomach and spread to my groin, a throbbing, delicious weight that made it impossible to think of anything else.
Today, responding to an email from a reader of this site who is also a fan of the same fetish, I sent him a photo of my wife's panties and shoes and ended up telling him why I sent the photo
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.