My wife looks like a bitch. He always looked that way, as far as I know. He only has a little more than five meters high with big breasts. The guy who needs a bra to hold them up and prevent undue roll. She is not an impressive beauty, but she has that look that guys know. That, “I could be a bad girl for the right guy” kind of look. Its large mouth and engraved lips adds to its slutty look. She didn’t act like a bitch when I first met her and then I married her.

He opened an eye, but his whole world was still one of the darkness. He felt something around his face, like a mask. He made her become cold with fear while she began to regain consciousness. Ronnie tried to move, but he couldn’t.

He felt the rope wrapped around and around his body, ensuring it strictly to a tight couch. His wrists were tightly tied together and then pulled behind his head where they were fixed on the back of the sofa.

I did, and you know that imagination is a horrible thing to waste. See that I came home from work an incredibly horny night. My husband, on the other hand, was more interested in dating his friends and asked me to wait for him to come home. We didn’t get along first and I was ready to fix it, but now it really pissed me off.

Frustrated like all hell, I decided to go out when he left and find my fun. I was pretty sure the bastard was cheating and I was tired of playing the second violin. After all I was too excited to sit at home and twiddle my thumbs. So I got a shower and put on a low-cut blouse (sheer arm), short skirt and 4 inches fuck me pumps. You know those who say “Cum fuck me now!”

You feel naked and scratched under your short skirt. It’s weird to be shaved. You haven’t felt that way since you were 12, and it’s all because of your perverted husband. He invited a friend to watch the fight. One thing led to another… Before long you were sucking Al’s cock and your spouse were cutting your beautiful bush.

He was careful not to nick you, caressing your labia in lather and drawing the blade through your sensitive skin up to every little hedgehog was history. After you were naked, he sat down and admired you for a while, his friend still holding the ankles high and wide as he pushed deep into his throat. Then he licked you a bit, delighting your smoothness and the new feeling of your little bald pube as he slipped your wet folds and has in your mouth the sweetness of your vagina. He rolled it under his lips until you yelled at Al’s loins. Your knee attacker only took your sucking all the hardest as your husband got up to undo. Nudo now, his cock banged erect and bad look.

I found out my new girlfriend Evelyn wasn’t the kind of mood. She didn’t get mad easily. I was a little surprised a day by a small but sudden change of his mood. We were at the mall, and she asked me to come with her in one of the boutiques of those chic women where she would leave a dress to be altered she had bought there before. She left me waiting for the cash register while she returned to the dressing room to drop the dress. When she left she was in her usual pleasant and cheerful mood, but then when she came back she suddenly seemed distracted and nervous. I was wondering why, but she didn’t. He only said that the tailor was there, and that he would alter the dress, but before he needed to measure it. She told me she was coming back and then she went back to the dressing room. It’s weird, but when I saw her go, I thought about her body.