Last of the red hot lovers

  Her beautiful Adonis stood at the lust-o-meter, holding the phallic grip he barely registered a clammy.  To her he would always be at least smouldering. Reaching around she rubbed her hand across the familiar bulge, his meaty cock impressive even when flaccid. Sliding her hand inside his pants and squeezing his thickening shaft. "This isn't... Continue Reading →

Just one more thing.

"It will be fun" he said as he took my hand, encouraging me from the bed. "You won't need to get dressed, just stay as you are." Down the stairs we went, peering through sleepy eyes and feeling the cold blast of fresh morning air as he excitedly bundled me to through door. Camera bag slung... Continue Reading →

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