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The favela warehouse
We were 25 when we moved near a favela, and things began to change. It all started with a guy who always bought bread at a bakery near our house. My wife is 5'6" tall and has a body that attracts attention despite her small breasts. She's very white and usually draws glances when she passes by. This time was no different. This guy lived in the favela up the street from us. He always came down to buy bread at the same time as her. It started with a few glances, then some laughter, and it wasn't long before they exchanged contact information.
My friend from school
My final year of high school had just begun, and the whole class was getting ready for the entrance exams, with classes in the morning and prep school at night. The afternoon was the only time I had for leisure activities. As the weekend approached, we'd leave the prep school and go drinking at a friend's house or even on the street, the traditional vodka and Schweppes.
Confession of a shy wife
Andressa sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers nervously playing with the hem of her silk nightgown. The room was bathed in a sensual twilight, the moonlight filtering through the half-open curtains. The air smelled of jasmine, a fragrance that always calmed her, but that night, not even the familiar scent could dispel the anxiety that consumed her. Marcos, her husband, was in the bathroom, the sound of running water in the sink echoing down the hallway. She took a deep breath, trying to find the courage for the words she had wanted to say for so long.
MY INITIATION
Good morning everyone.I'm an avid reader of erotic stories, and yesterday, after reading several, I got excited and decided to share a little about my experience during my first sexual encounters.My name is Luciana and I am 55 years old. I have large, robust breasts, a little belly but nothing protruding, proportional to my age, and a wide, greedy, and hairy pussy—a characteristic I've adopted because men go crazy when they see it.
MY INITIATION
My name is Luciana and I am 55 years old. I have large, robust breasts, a little belly but nothing protruding, proportional to my age, and a wide, greedy, and hairy pussy—a characteristic I've adopted because men go crazy when they see it.The event occurred in the countryside where we lived. My mother became pregnant by a Black man she met and had a relationship with, during which I was conceived. After that, he disappeared, and I never met him. I was born very fair-skinned; I didn't inherit my father's lineage because my mother is very white. As the years passed, my mother married a dark-skinned man, they started a family, and so my brothers and sisters were born. Everything was going smoothly; my mother at her job, he at his job, and that's how we lived—not in luxury, but lacking nothing.
I Had Group Sex with Escort Girls in a Hotel Room
It was a wild weekend in Vegas last spring that I'll never forget. I'd just closed a big business deal, feeling on top of the world, and decided to treat myself. Alone in my luxury hotel suite on the Strip, the city lights pulsing outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, I booked two high-end escorts through a discreet app. Mia and Sophia—both in their mid-20s, stunning brunettes with perfect bodies, sultry smiles, and that professional confidence that promised an unforgettable night.
The Young Plumber Fucked My Tight Little Pussy
I’d been dealing with a leaking kitchen faucet for days, and finally called the plumbing company on a quiet Tuesday morning. They said they’d send someone over that afternoon. I wasn’t expecting much, just hoping to get it fixed quickly. I’m 29, recently single, and honestly hadn’t felt desired in a while. I threw on a simple tank top and a short denim skirt, no bra, hair loose, figuring I’d be alone most of the day anyway.
Forbidden Affair with My Neighbor
It started innocently enough last winter, when the snow kept piling up and the whole building felt isolated from the world. I was 27, recently divorced, living alone in my quiet apartment. Across the hall lived Ethan—mid-30s, married, with a deep voice and a smile that always lingered a little too long when we passed each other in the elevator. His wife traveled a lot for work, and on those long, cold nights, I’d hear him moving around alone, just like me.
