Sex joke

Sex joke

sex stories

Q. How are women and linoleum floors alike?
A. You lay them right the first time and you can walk all over them for the next 20 years.

story by: Crude Guy



Tags: sex joke sex story

Author: Crude Guy



Related sex stories:

  • Vacation without hubby

    Judy here, im a married woman, My husband Jim is a hard working guy and a good lover. But he was working to many hours in our love life was hurting, So we plan a vacation to get out of the snow and into a nice warm place to have fun and get our sex life fired up. I went out and bought some hot sexy clothes and a really small bikini. Just to get him going. Well i was...

  • Wifes night out

    on this particular friday nighti had to get ready for "shutdown" at work. it is a once a year maintenance outage at our plant. denise wanted to go out to our favorite dance spot, but i begged off. she said if i didn't mind she was going to go herself. since we knew most of the crowd going there, i said "have fun". i drifted off to sleep around 9PM only to be awakened around 11 by the phone. denise...

  • Sex with a Stranger in a Panel Shop

    Natasha was taking the full force I could dish out. I held her legs tight together as my cock spread her greedy cock hungry hole. Again and again I pounded into her, watching her roll her head around the table where 5 of the guys sit each day to eat their food. I bet nothing ever tasted as good as she did on here. It was already 6pm and everyone else had left the panel shop and headed out for...

  • Retirement center dance

    We're sam & sally in our 70s sally has said repetedlyshe is a one man woman so the following blew my mind. We go to these dances because she loves to dance. me? I shuffel to slow #s.but since we have great sex after I'm all for it. this time there was a stranger who danced with her & they were good. I said so to her & she replied that he kept trying to feel her up. you can...

  • Thinking Outside the Phone Box

    Tall, dark and handsome? Just rather average. He moved forward and toward me, drink in one hand and the other reaching for mine. I took it without pause, on auto-pilot from so many years of greeting women in the middle of a panic attack because one tit was bigger than the other. Entitled. The smile was fake and a struggle. “What’s your type?â€â€œWhat? Type of what?†I knew she was meaning wh (more…)

Watching mom

Retirement center dance

My Date with Mr. Fantasy

My best friend sex story

His First Pegging

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published.