Bully got my Girl

Hii this is Danish, this is about my weird life, from my childhood I was a extremely introvert Guy, shy to talk with girls, often got bullied by strong and Rough guys in school, even when I was in college I was the same, it was that time When I fell in love with my

Most unexpected fuck

My wife pinky and i have been married for twenty years now and are in our forties. We are pUnjabis and you can guess the rest. We are quite open about sex and enjoy fucking like youngsters, Pinky is really sexy with perfect body. Boobs of 36, most fuckable ass and sexy curves. She is

Encouraged Wife

Hello Friends, Sam (name changed) here for the very first time. Am from Gujarat. Wife is Seema (name changed). We are Muslims & married since last 13 years & hv a kid 11 years old. Am an very open-minded person unlike other Muslim persons, that’s my perception , pls no bad & hard feelings of

My wife their slut chapter two :- based entirely on our sex life

My wife …….their slut Chapter two based entirely on our sex lives If you have read the first chapter you will already know quite a lot about us. Our story now move forward a little over 5 years. Our good fortune has continued we have our family a boy who is just starting school, work

23 years of vanilla sex

Marriage is a commitment. It involves many aspects from love, to money to pleasurable sex. This is a true story of how a wife that was once conservative or, vanilla, found her true inner sexual revolution. When we first met we had sex 4-6 times per week. We did most everything for thee exception of

Cheating

So I went to my car and put my pantyhose and my panties on the side of the driver’s side, locked up and went across the street to see if i could meet sugar daddy and ask him how could he help me. I stood in front of the door took a deep breath not

My friend was asleep upstairs and I was about to fuck his wife

Drunken Friend’s Wife, My friend was asleep upstairs & I was about to fuck his wife, sex stories, cheating wife, This started one Saturday evening when I got a call from my friend Dan. He had been in the pub for a few hours before he called me. He had gone to watch the football, with his

Jane’s Tea Service

Jane slowly closed the door to the baby’s room. She was so blessed having a child that took to routine so fervently, once bathed and fed a bottle she went right to bed. Jane walked out to the living room and glanced at the News as her husband watched. He was her other blessing, loyal,