Growing up, my parents always made us promise not to have sex until after marriage. I figured they were just old-fashioned or religious. I figured it wouldn’t hurt to have sex with my girlfriend. It was truly amazing. But now that I woke up, I’m a gi
Oh hey, hubby. Your wife had to leave in a hurry after our private yoga lessons. Do you want me to tell her you fucked me, or do you want to get on your knees and lick my soles while you empty your bank account?
My perfect, sculpted ass owns you—taunting, teasing, making you ache. You crave the weight of it, the heat, the power, but you’ll never have it. All you can do is stroke your pathetic desperation and send, over and over, knowing you exist only to fun