Once upon a time there lived a software engineer. He lived quite comfortably and almost happily - he worked hard both at work and on weekends, did not get enough sleep for months and for this he was entitled to a reward - twice a week quick sex and somewhere once a month even bring his wife to orgasm mainly by manual caresses, since his wife was a puritan and did not understand perversions like oral sex and nipped them in the bud.
Good day to all.My name is Maxim, my wife is Alina. We have been married for over 6 years, good job, everything is like everyone else, only no children yet.Alina is quite a spectacular girl. Blonde hair, delicious ass and big breasts, probably size four.We have an ordinary life, work-home-personal hobbies. The sexual part of our life is quite good.
About 10 days passed after the incident at the market. Kostya and I didn't see each other, we only called and texted. We didn't discuss what happened, but in the evenings we continued to play the game "turn on your friend."
I'm a mature woman with a passion for giving pleasure, and I'm about to take you on a journey that will leave you breathless. My lips are moist, my heart is racing, and I'm ready to indulge in a night of unbridled passion.
I was home alone, browsing through my social media feed, when I stumbled upon a post that made my blood boil. It was a picture of my step sister, Mia, exposing her ass for cash. I couldn't believe my eyes, she was my sister, and I thought I knew her better than that.
I've always had a thing for my stepsister, and I'm not ashamed to admit it. She's a fucking goddess, with curves that could stop traffic and a face that could launch a thousand ships. I've been trying to get her attention for years, but she's always seemed out of reach.
I'm sitting here, my heart racing, my breaths coming in short gasps, as I think about the way he's going to fuck me. I can feel my pussy dripping with anticipation, my cunt throbbing with need. I know I shouldn't be doing this, but I just can't help myself.
I was sitting on my couch, trying to watch TV, but my mind was elsewhere. I had been noticing my neighbor, a rough-looking guy with a scruffy beard and a perpetual scowl, for weeks now.
I was sitting at my desk, staring blankly at my computer screen as my mind wandered to the hot secretary who had been flirting with me all day.