It has always been my fantasy to watch my husband being man handled by another man and than fucked up the ass by a man who had finesse, but he was always so unwilling. A couple of years after my divorce, even though his mind was still dead against it, I made sure my fantasy became a reality.
Scott knew at once when Carl touched his back. Only Carl seemed to have that tingling effect on him. "Its good to see you again Carl." Scott said as he rose up and turned to face him.
When he was what he wanted to project, he left the room and went to the elevator. It had been a stupendous gamble on Brewster's part. But it had pleased Winslow. It had been years since he'd come twice in a single fucking.
Wes really wished that he didn't have to leave, and he did mention he might be back in a year, which would be exactly today. Stupid to hope he'd find him again, yet in a year, there hadn't been anyone who had pleased him as much as Jim had.
I don't know how long I stood staring at his body and his crotch, but it seemed that all of a sudden he was beside me, closing the bedroom door. As I heard the door click shut, I looked up at his face in surprise.
The Marine-type had me pinned in no time flat. Then he sat down in a cross-legged lotus position and had me sit down in his lap, facing him, my legs stretched out in front of me with his torso between them.
She only got as far as raising the phone to her ear before she got lost looking into Mr. Gannon's gray eyes. Mr. Gannon widened his grin as he pushed the button to Mr.Pulling's office.
Maybe it was a gaydar thing, or something, but he felt a connection with Joe, sort of as if they were on the same wave length. The way Joe would stare at him, when talking about surfing, about the time he lost his shorts.
I was so concentrated in working Gregg, which it came as quite a surprise when I felt hands on my butt cheeks and a mouth on my asshole. I looked around wildly to see Coach's face plastered to my ass.
For time interminable, we moved together on the bed, sharing kisses and caresses, my cock being taken into the sweet channels of both women, the fingers of both women exploring the inside of me and of each other.
The meeting included all the Morgan's, their husbands, and the heads of all the clans. The issue before them was what to do about the vampire hunters and the rumors of another lost Morgan son.
It was like, even asleep, Brian could tell when he was horny, when he was up for some dick play or when he just wanted to snuggle. He sighed, as he realized that it would soon be time to get up, to begin the long day.
It was the statement Carl had always needed to hear. Due to the rivalry between him and his father, he had always felt hated by him and because his father was the most hated person on earth, Carl had felt that hatred extend to himself as his son.
After delivering me from jail and imprisoning me again in his web, Coach Seeman delivered me to Nate's door, ravished and still in handcuffs, which had been moved so that my arms were in front of me, and with my jeans barely covering me.
He moved on to getting more direct than that. A night when the crowd was sparse and I was working over in the corner, bench-pressing weights, he came over to spot me.
And he did that as best he could. He got a pillow off the floor and stuffed in under my hips, and just fucked me and fucked me and fucked me. His hands came over my hips. His right hand went to my cock and he pumped me until I shot off all over his belly.
Logan had jumped out of bed when Sam called telling him that both Robert and his grandfather were missing. He ignored Philips continual pleas to calm down. It was not until he started looking for his car keys that he stopped enough for Philip to gain his attention.
Finally, shaking with exhaustion, the slave was led off the stage, every few steps his cock dripping and dribbling a few more globs of come. The masters then turned on each other. In the centre of the stage they stood and pinched each other's nipples, kissing and feeling and toying with each other's bodies.
Every tiny hair between his cheeks seemed to be on edge, seemed to be moving by the lightest touch ever. His body was already tingling, a sure sign that he was aroused.
It wasn't the first time that sparks had flown between them, but there hadn't been any way to go beyond the odd stare. Though Rory had managed a few casual bumps, that were like being hit by bolts of electricity.
This boy knew what I liked. With this new found knowledge, I keep pressure sucking his cock knob, but this time, I made sure to massage his balls. I was in heaven sucking the pre-cum out of this model's cock when I felt his hand on the back of my head.
I took over the pelvis action, sending my engorged dick up into him as far as it would go and then withdrawing half way and plunging up again. He was moaning and groaning and we both went into a wild pumping action.
But when the ambulance arrived Sam could see that it wasn't the same. A heavy set man and what could be best described as a telephone pole, both with black hair came out of the vehicle.
I followed him up the slide and discreetly followed every bit of movement of his marvelous ass. It was like a sense of opportunity to use, a perfect time to do what I want to do to it, yet not the perfect time.
What both researchers missed in their analysis was that Kyle was more then a blood donor for the government vampires. He was the vampires' father. And like any good parent, he knew exactly what his kids were up to.
After deep kissing me, he moved his mouth down my body, licking and kissing and nibbling down my neck; into both of my pits; across my pecs, giving attention to my nipples, giving satisfied sucking and grunting noises, down my six pack, into my navel, along my heaving belly, through my pubic hair and to my cock and balls.
Ham had snaked himself up my prone body, slapping his broad chocolate chest on my chest and his belly on my belly, pinning me on my back on the seat. He had thrust his arms under my arm pits and had my arms pinned so that they couldn't do more than stroke his back.