“Can I get thirty dollars on pump,” she turned to glance through the window, “one?” She tried handing the guy her credit card, but he just turned and spit a brown stream into a bottle near where her hand rested. This guy was about as backwoods as it got. The amount of John Deere apparel …
“Fucking traffic.” The red lights ahead did not bode well for her getting to her scheduled stop on time. Picking up her phone, she shot him a text. Stuck in traffic. Again. 😑 The bubbles danced in the text box before his response popped up. How much time does it add? She toggled away and …
A continuation? – “My resolution is to make it through thirty minutes at the gym without dying.” He looked up from the screen. A rivulet of sweat tracked down her cheek, large spots of it darkened her shirt, and she was pushing wet hair off her forehead. “Well it seems like you survived it.” She …
“You’ve got a run.” Mascara wand paused mid swipe, she glanced at him in the mirror. His eyes were on her ass encased in her control top hose. “Fuck, I don’t have another pair to hold my tummy in.” His eyebrows rose to his hairline. “No one is going to notice your stomach in that …
The moment he slid his dick in, she turned into the perfect little fuck doll. Her eyes grew glazed and her lips rounding into an O with each thrust. “Oh,” she moaned softly and then louder the harder he fucked her. When she came, her cunt clamping down and spilling her pleasure all over the …
The best of the best for the last Sinful Sunday of the year? It’s been a year. Here’s to more Sinful Sundays to come. Happy 2019 and happy boobies to you. 💋
We’ve made it to the end of 2018. Thank goodness, amiright? It’s been tough at points, but it’s also been joyous. I’ve decided to break this down into People, Places, and Things to help me manage. The year was long and so is this post so strap in! Let’s start with the first one. People …
“If you close your eyes, you don’t get to come.” Nothing was harder. It wasn’t his thick fingers spearing my cunt, finding my g-spot with brutal accuracy. It wasn’t the little vibe on my clit, a focused buzzing that wanted to send me flying. It was his eyes fastened on mine. They demanded I show …
Unedited Christmas post. I do hope everyone’s Christmas is lovely. – Christmas music filled the house, rivaling the laughter from their family. Tracey fluttered around the kitchen. Her mother was barking orders even though it wasn’t her house. All part of the Christmas shuffle, more background noise that Tracey tried to let float over her. …
You have to make sure your kitten is properly decorated for the holiday season.