Poor tracey

Tracey considered herself American now, after all she had lived here for three years and was married to a fine American man. She was of course born an English girl, a slightly struggling English girl[…]

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Vineyard

‘I feel it,’ she whispered, her voice rasping from the ache that was throbbing everywhere, but nowhere more than where his cock pressed through the layers between them. She kept her gaze on his mouth[…]

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What a surprise2

It was early Saturday morning and Steve and Angie were laying next to each other after a night of non-stop sex. Steve looked at his watch – it was 4am. Angie's was still sleeping but[…]

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Puppy slut

She decided, today was the day when she would go hunting. She took her time in getting ready as tonight, had to be just right in order for her to secure her prey. She showered,[…]

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