Husband craves watching his insatiable wife Barbara devour massive cocks, so he snags a shady ad from an adult theater bathroom: pro video of them fucking for just $100. The polished photographer arrives with a youthful black stud in tow—both packing heat that dwarfs hubby’s seven inches.

Naked and eager on their king bed, Barb strokes hubby hard, then lunges for the videographer’s throbbing nine-inch beast, slurping greedily while teasing the assistant’s bulging BBC straining his pants. Soon, it’s a filthy frenzy: doggy-style pounding from behind, her dripping pussy stretched wide as she gags on thick shaft after shaft. Hubby grabs the camera, capturing every sloppy suck, deep thrust, and ass-cheek grip in handheld glory—no dead tripod blues.

They flip her, swap holes relentlessly, her moans echoing as monster cocks claim mouth and cunt. But when the black stud grips her hips for balls-deep bliss, will his hot creampie flood her to screaming orgasm? Click to witness the cum-drenched climax…

A few years ago when I was a senior at High School, my family went to Florida on vacation. We stayed in a nice hotel with my sister and I in a room and my parents in an attached room. The room had only one king size bed, so my sister and I had to share it.

We were having fun, going to Disney World and everything. One night something happened that I will never forget. It was late and I was lying in bed with TV. I was half asleep, and my sister, who at the time was fifteen years old, was watching something about HBO. I could never fall asleep too easily and I woke up completely when I felt a little emotional on the bed.

Finally, you train your homework for the night and come to my door. The silence emanates from the inside, so it opens the door quietly and starts. I’m sitting in a full lot in the middle of my room wearing pants and sash. Incense burns in small supports on three sides of me, and you can see the thin needles that stick in my points of acupuncture, each needle with a small dam burning incense paste on its end. It seems to be a rock, no movement, even breathing apparent. My muscles are clearly defined, as if I strive in every direction at the same time, but my position seems to be relaxed. As you begin to go back into the hallway and run the closed door behind you, hear my voice inviting you in and join me. From a while, since you were sure you were quiet and didn’t bother me, however you slipped into my room and faced me, sitting in Indian style, not yet completely comfortable in a full lotus.

I work for a big airline on the west coast. As an employee, I am allowed the opportunity to travel that most people dream. Basically free flight, paying only the taxes a normal passenger would pay. Sounds great, except you still have your life expenses in a distant land and our wages are low. Not that I complain, but we must be careful in our planning, despite the great thing we have. That’s why I wanted to be with my friend Yuko in Japan.

My name is Carol and I live alone in a small two-bedroom apartment in a suburb of a large city on the eastern coast. One of my closest friends is a girl named Lisa. I recently invited Lisa to stay the night at my house. We haven’t seen each other for a while and I thought it would be a good time for a girl-talk. We work in different jobs and we are far enough to make it a long distance call when we chat, so we usually don’t talk very long.