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Send me your sister and I'll write her a mister.
Send me situation and I'll prompt your masturbation.
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my 18 yo gf
she often fucks my best friend and I watch or fuck her together with him
she loves his big dick more than mine small dick
she would let him do anything with her
surprise me with a good caption OP
gf sucking best friend pic related
gf fucking him
What's her name?
OC gf sucking friends dick
Nicole
Chinese girl moves to US and tries online dating
oc gf
how long does it take OP?
I’d only been gone an hour, and she’d promised a thousand times they wouldn’t do anything without me in the room. From the state she was in upon my returning home, and the sound of a running shower the next room over, those promises meant very little.
“Nicole, what the FUCK?”
My best friend hadn’t even been over when I left to run some errands—he didn’t usually get off work until at least 5:30. She giggled—didn’t even try to defend herself (what was there to deny?) and poked her tongue to the corner of her mouth. The gesture was supposed to be cute, I think, but had the dual purpose of scooping loose a chin-bound glob of jizz, still fresh from the session I had almost interrupted.
“I know I said I wouldn’t, baby” she winked, fluids bubbling at the ends of syllables, “but he’s just so BIG, and we went at it HOURS last night, me and you, and you KNOW your little pecker can’t get me off like his can.” Her cutesy gimmick transitioned, as it did, into a pout—a kind of demand for fairness. A ‘well YOU got off’ routine—’why shouldn’t I?’
I knew it was bullshit. I knew she was lying to me, and that this wasn’t the first time she’d taken a load from my best friend without any intention of my knowing. But here the shower stopped, the bathroom door opened, and my best friend came through the doorway wielding a 10” erection. “Sorry babe, I think I’m gonna need another—” he hesitated, only noticing me now. “Oh—hey man.”
I looked from him to Nicole, who was already diddling herself, hoping neither of us would notice her mewling. My 3” pecker strained against its confines—I could smell her desire from here. Maybe I don’t care what’s fair.
Shy chubby is transformed into a baby and milk factory, one cream donut and creampie at a time
nice!
but can you eventually put some texts in the pics I sent? i thought you were doing that kinda stuff^^
Biyu didn’t really know what to expect—not only was this her first time meeting anybody off of one of these Western dating apps, but it was furthermore her very first time getting intimate with an American boy. Everybody at school told her that this was entirely normal, here—this was 2017! This was how you met husband material!
Two hours in and she was having her doubts. Tom (that was his name) didn’t look anything like his picture, and insisted on her splitting the bill. “Perhaps these are just the rules here,” she thought—not put off enough by his middle-of-the-road personality to call it a night, but a little nervous that she might be doing something wrong—maybe he was misinterpreting her culture shock for impoliteness?
When Tom suggested they cancel the movie, and instead rent a motel room, she thought it might be another one of those Western things. After all, the novel she’d just been assigned in class—Something Gatsby—had all kinds of casual scenes in hotel rooms. When Tom ripped down his trousers, upon entering, and gestured towards his growing member, Biyu nervously thought it would be polite to acquiesce. After all—this was 2017! This was how you met husband material?
Hayin is pissed at her younger brother for blackmailomg her into having unprotected sex with him. She's also not happy about being called a cow after his load won't come out of her thick thighs
Bump
Bamp
I—I think there’s something wrong with me. My doctor prescribed me these fertility pills about a week ago, as the women in my family have a genetic history of pregnancy issues. Everything was cool for the first few days. I mean, sure, my pussy was a little more sensitive. By day three it felt like my clit held a raging hard-on no matter where I was, what I was doing. Work became a bit of an issue...I didn’t notice I was leaving musky patches wherever I sat, and I’m sure I’ve ruined three pairs of yoga pants just fantasizing about Simon in the mail-room…
But that was all on the label— “Possible side-effects include increased libido (along with dry mouth, headaches, neither of which I’ve experienced). What’s going on now...I dunno. Should I be worried?
By day five I noticed I was putting on weight. Not, like, regular bloating, but like serious gains. I can’t help but crave sweets, and this morning, when I stuffed myself full of cream-puffs, I actually FELT my ass swell out. My panties strained audibly, pulling the crotch like dental-floss through my pussy-lips, so tight and sudden that I nearly came then and there.
When hubby came home this evening, I was too busy frigging my chubby pussy to notice him lubing up. That is, until he flipped me over and started fucking me, prone. I swear, I could FEEL myself growing. He filled me up three times in the span of an hour, and each time he creamed it felt like a gallon of lard squirting warm, distributing evenly from rump to gut to tits.
When I got up—him fast asleep, spent—I noticed two damp patches on the bed, where my stretched-out areolas had squirted hot cream. I looked cartoonish in the mirror, and could think of nothing more than filling myself with something from the fridge—cake in one hole—zucchini in the other.
I don’t think I can stop myself.
Nice!
I love it. Thank you.
“You motherfucker! I agreed to fuck you, I never said anything about you cumming INSIDE me!!”
Brandon was still in a daze—not only was this the best sex he’d ever had, but he couldn’t BELIEVE how far Hayin was willing to go to prevent his revealing the contents of her diary to the world, via Twitter.
“I’m not on the fucking PILL, you jackass! You know what we did could land us both in JAIL if anybody found out about it!?”
Hayin was still leaned back in her chair, legs wide and sneering. From this angle it looked like she was maybe jilling off, a confused-Brandon noted, but from the burbling spouts escaping from her loose folds, and the strained expression on her brow, it was clear upon closer inspection that she was trying to push her younger brother’s cum from her uterus, before it reached an egg.
“You know I’m OVULATING right now?”
Brandon didn’t even know what that meant. He smiled, his erection returning with the memory of Hayin’s reluctant quivering beneath him, not five minutes past. She’d cum several times—her legs had shaken, and her vulva pulled him balls-deep—there was no denying it. “Wanna go again?” He reached down and gave himself a few swaggered pulls, noting confidently how her eyes followed her hand down. Did she bite her lip?
“Dream on, loser. This is the last time I...do you…”
Her finger began to rub circles—was that a ‘come-hither’ motion?
Auntie stayed with her nephew to go to school for a cosmotology degree and maybe slim down. Instead, she got to be the pretty star of incest impregnation porn, and human cow milking videos
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Sorry pal—it takes too much time when requests are coming in. You're welcome to do so yourself, though!
Do whatever you want with this cute slut.
That is fucking amazing
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“This is just for an art project, right?”
Theresa spread her pussy for the camera, and I didn’t answer her stupid question until I’d flashed the bulb four or five times, capturing perfectly her streaming make-up.
“Yeah, Auntie. Now slip the blind-fold on.”
Two months ago, my mom’s sister had begged to stay with me in my new place. I’d just been established as one of the city’s up-and-coming performance artists, and a few grants allowed me the kind of in-flow to rent a place right by the university. Perfect for my needs and, to my great irritation, to my Auntie’s.
“It’s right beside her cosmology seminar,” Mom pleaded. “She’s trying to turn a new leaf, please just help her out this time.”
This was the Aunt who had abused my Mom growing up for being “Titless Twiggy Tiffany”. Who’d stolen the entirety of Grandpa’s will through legal finagling. Who’d just been laid off, and (maybe, I thought) would be willing to take a few ‘weight loss’ pills for my next photography project.
“I wanted to lose some weight anyway!” she exclaimed, “now that I have all this free time!”
Two months later, she’s gotten so addicted, so slow, and so milked-up that my Mom would have a hard time recognizing her.
“Her pussy will be 10 times as sensitive as it used to be,” said Professor Malcolm whose lab was across the road. He had jumped at the chance to work on some “art”. “Try not to cum inside her, though,” he made sure to add. “I haven’t worked out a formula that doesn’t make the subject ovulate constantly.”
Oh well.
(((Nicole Slutberg)))
Lovely cap user
Have this as thanks. Up to you if you want to continue it
Gloria was one of the nicest girls from my middle school. She taught piano lessons to girls from the church. Tutored math to a few of her struggling classmates. Worked as a lifeguard during the summer—the more I think of her, the more I think she was probably my first crush from back home. But that was a long time ago.
When I ran into Gloria in a club last week, thirteen years later, she was only recognizable by her cute little smirk. Her hair was grey-blue—like she’d dyed it last month and neglected touching-up—and she wore more eye-liner than the girl I remembered every would. Turns out we attended the same college. She recognized me instantly, and what I thought was nostalgia quickly progressed to familiarity, which quickly progressed to Gloria-is-feeling-out-the-outline-of-my-cock-beneath-the-club-table-infront-of-all-of-her friends.
She leaned in and huskily purred over the music: “I needa go pee...” the vodka on her breath was enough to sting my eyes. “Take me?”
I had my eyes closed in ecstasy when I heard the bathroom door swing open. I opened my eyes to see my cock appearing and disappearing down Gloria’s throat, with corresponding wet clicks and warm gaggs. It was one of the guys from her table—he gave me the eyebrows and shook his head down at my poor tipsy Gloria. One of her hands schlicked down beneath her black dress and panties, the other grasping the sink-edge to keep her steady. We hadn’t even moved into a stall.
Without saying a word, the man zipped down and flipped Gloria’s dress up to meet her lower back, her ass exposed to high-heaven. In a single practiced motion, he impaled her sloppy, worn out snatch with a wet, prolonged gush.
Gloria only hummed, hopeless, drooling from both ends.
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I like it
More?
Up to you what you make with this one. Sex hungry lady wants some from anyone?
Jessie yelped up these quick breathy ejaculations, each in perfect rhythm with my thrusts from behind into her tight pink pussy.
“Oh” *thwick* “please” *thwick* “yes” *thwick* “keep” *thwick* “gooi—”
Here I pushed deep—deeper than we’d been faring, and leaned all the way forward to pull on one of her fresh thick tit-nipples. I could feel her depths quivering, schlucking me in, just begging for me to pull out and push in again.
“Baby,” she breathes, “why’d you stop?”
I raise my other hand and tugg the other nipple, alternating and milking her like a cow.
“Babyplease don’tstooooop.” She whines out: “I’m right there, I can feel it, I—”
“—Bark for me.”
She pauses. “What?”
“Bark for me,” I repeat the command. “Like a fucking dog.”
“Fuck you, I—ohhhhhdhhhghh”
I slam her cunt with my pecker, and twist her nipples apart. She’ll tell me it was painful, but the death-grip from down below says otherwise.
She catches her breath “...baby, I-...” and considers.
“...rup.”
I pull her tits together. “What was that?”
“Ruff!”
I grind smooth and slow. “Again?”
“Ruff! Yipyipyip! Just fuck me please!! Ruff RUFF RUFF OOOHH! OHHRUFFFHG”
I pound, and pound, and pound, and cum deep inside my bitch while she barks and begs and cums around my pulsing rod.
this is jessica.
Finds out her boyfriend is a cuckold and agrees to his fantasy of meeting another man for a date
Fucking yummy
Tryin'a think of ideas. Where d'you get these manips.
my gf
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The old wincest threads. A few writers liked using her for testing, and the manips were requests. Think they were made on here and /r/
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Love the idea of a hot bitch acting like one
Simple and effective
My girlfriend and I hadn’t gotten intimate in weeks—the timing never seemed right. Finally (thank GOD!) she’d called me on my way home from work, breathing sensually and begging for me to hurry home. I could hear what sounded like a vibrator on the other end.
Needless to say, I didn’t slow down for school-zones.
When I arrived, however, and rushed into the master-bedroom, I had no way of preparing myself for what I found. A tiny woman lay, toes curled, biting her thumb and shoving a thumb-tack in and out of her snatch. She was no bigger than a thimble.
“You call this my girlfriend?” I stepped back, demanding of whatever Gods may populate the skies. “This is a woman FOR ANTS!”
whatever, she is my sister btw
These the same people?
no
Also, I can dig around for links of her stuff if you have some type of contact point
Lindsay and Tom had been together since high-school. They’d lost their virginity to one another, and as far as she knew, he’d never seen any woman’s naked body but hers. So when she discovered, through some accidental ‘Search History’ bungling, that Tom was into ‘cuck porn’, she didn’t really know what to think. It was all so new to her—she’d never searched for porn, let alone this shameful division of it.
“It’s nothing to be ashamed of, sweetie,” she pleaded, “I read online that it’s really common for guys to have taboo fantasies!” She’d felt the need to confront him about it. Not because she was angry, per se, but because she wanted to make sure she was satisfying him in every way way she felt obliged to.
He took it about as well as could be expected. Embarrassed, a little angry at having his privacy invaded, and overall defensive. That is, until she intuited that she wanted to do whatever it took to make this relationship work.
“...anything?”
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Lindsay didn’t know cocks could be this big. She didn’t know their sweat, their musk, could taste this good. Tom watched from the front seat, knowing he had made a mistake. He had no idea this guy was at least three times the size of him, and no idea that this forbidden knowledge would render Lindsay insatiable. It wouldn’t be long before she would be the one asking for additional partners, and he’d be the one making exceptions for the girl he loved.
By the time they married, and started trying for kids, her pussy was so worn out that he couldn’t feel a thing, trying to fuck her. The best his little cock could exert was a gentle mush, and she didn’t even bother pretending to moan anymore.
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For such a prude in highschool, Jessica certainly developed a distinctive-streak once she hit university.
With her grades too high to be socially accepted in any of the more popular sororities, Jessica found herself growing more buddy-buddy with the frat boys of Alpha-Phi Beta. Would it surprise you to learn that the former valedictorian was intimately involved in their 2017 admissions ritual? If you could last longer than five minutes with your cock down her throat, you might move onto the next stage of membership.
And best of all, the relationship was mutual; Alpha-Phi's waiting list shot through the roof, and Jessica has a trove of memories and cellphone snapshots to jill herself off to, thrice daily. The boys were even kind enough to gift her a plunger-dildo, provided she let them listen to her slam her tight ass against the shower-wall every morning, moaning and frigging and rubbing suds around her tits.
Some girls just bloom late, I suppose.
first time lesbians? threesome?
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“You want what?”
Magda acted like hadn’t done anything of the kind in her ‘long and storied past’, or hadn’t expected the request at all.
“It’s simple,” was Tim’s reply. “You need a job and I can get you one. All I want is a little something in return.”
She pursed her lips, regretting having told her brother just how up-and-out-of-luck she was just a moment before this. Or having told him he was ‘a cutie’ when he agreed to let her crash at his apartment a few weeks. Couldn’t she have chosen her words a little more carefully?
“So?” Tim crossed his arms. “It’s not even like I’m asking to fuck you. It’s not a huge deal?”
“Not a huge DEAL,” Magda leaned back in a huff. “Fine! Is this what you want?” She parted the white blouse containing her bosom, and tugged its matching white bra down to expose two red-brown nipples, whose areolae tightened in the cold air.
Tim smiled, turned, and pulled one of the kitchen chairs to his spot on the carpet, sitting casually. “It’s not ALL I want.”
Magda pursed her lips again, characteristic, and raised one shy hand to her lips. The other crept downwards with slow hesitation. Emphasizing her cleavage between her two forearms, she halted—”I’m not taking anything off.”
Tim hadn’t altered his lasse-faire grin. “I didn’t ask you to.”
Magna, pursed and nodding silent, continued the gesture down to her belt. Her hand climbed in, and parted an untrimmed bush toward arriving at its destination. Why was she so wet all of the sudden?
The she sister bit her lip and pinched a left nipple involuntarily, unceasing eye-contact with Tim. Her nether-hand burrowed, and swooshed, and made damp circles on through her jeans, staining the couch.
She slept in that room three weeks, but her sweet smell lingered four.
I forgot, names are Megan and Diana
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She found out her long distance bf back in China cheated on her. He begged for her to forgive him but when she answered his skype call, he saw her with the lab partner she mentioned before
Underage? I should probably avoid. I sound paranoid, but they're arresting leafs rn.
na. college
Bamp for he bamp god
This one so good I came
1/2
Megan stretched her camera out and threw an arm around Diana—it was important to keep up regular appearances in public. Stick out your tongue, make a cutsie smile. Perfect for instagram. Great. Nobody can know, right? Was her make-up still on point? Was she walking differently?
Diana knew she wasn’t walking right. Her knees were still shaking, and her arm around Megan was more for support than anything else. Did she have to stick her tongue out like that? Extend it out? Flick it back and forth over lips like that?
The thing is, Diana knew that Megan could still taste the mixture of shampoo and pussy-juice from their session in the changing room just a minute ago. Was it too early to call it a session? Neither girl had done anything like that before—was ‘session’ the word?
They’d been showering. Talking about boys. Megan teased Diana about her perky nipples whenever she mentioned Jackson, from back home. Diana retorted that she wasn’t fooling anyone—she know how Megan jilled regularly in the bathroom stall. All the girls did. Did she thing that just because she bit her finger, she wasn’t moaning around it? Megan balked—well at least she wasn’t soaking wet down there now! Was the thought of Jackson so hot and heavy that she had to drip grool down her thighs, right in the presence of others?
2/2
The prying progressed, slowly, sudsy, until the best friends were next to one another—not back to back as they began—breathing heavily. Megan had initiated it. She grabbed Diana by the nipple, pulled her into a kiss. Diana couldn’t help but stick two fingers in her childhood friend, who responded by dragging her tongue down the girl’s neck and jamming it instagram-deep in her virgin pussy.
Megan had been right—Diana was slick down there, lubricated with soap and musky need. But it wasn’t for Jackson.
The two rolled around, tasting each other's nectar. They managed to cum together in a frantic sixty-nine—a first for either one—face-deep in each other's taint feeling the world clench rhythmically around them.
holy fuck
Any ideas on this one?
Milf down the road keeps on being "absent minded" around you and your younger cock.
This feeling washed over like a hot tonne of bricks. Her chest constricted, her shoulders tensed. Biyu struggled to find words, but stammered, teared up. This had to be some kind of mistake—that couldn’t be Aiguo’s cock. And yet—and yet—it looked just like it. Just like the cock that had taken Biyu’s virginity, six years ago, when the two had started dating. She still lived in China, then, and visited every summer. “Only one more semester to go before I can come home and tie the knot!” she’d Skype-messaged him this morning.
But she knew he wouldn’t receive it until later. He was, after all, attending classes as well, and the time-zone difference meant that he was obliged to meet with Chao-xing—the lab-partner she had yet to meet. Until now…
Somehow he must have hit the ‘call’ button. Had he been intending to take a video? Did he even know his phone was on? Streaming?
Biyu tried to muster the gumption to call out his name, but she wondered if he’d even hear such a faint ringing over Chao-xing’s dramatic gurgling. It had been so long—a whole winter semester—since she’d been…
No—the betrayal over-rode any other inclination. She was a strong, independent, international student making her way, and this was just one more obstacle for...her...to…
And yet her pussy glowed beneath her jeans. Did anyone have to know?
Biyu glanced toward her dorm-room knob. Locked. Did anybody have to know?
She plugged in her headphones and undid her belt. Her furry pussy filled the room with thick, moist, fragrant want. She couldn’t think clearly enough to feel hurt anymore—she couldn’t look away from Aiguo’s cock, slathered in drool from Chao-xing’s pulsing lips.
what about this slam pig?
Thank you user
“Mom, I’m having a bit of an issue and I don’t know who else to call.” She was good for these things. Firm. Decisive. Urgent. This one, though, might hit a little closer to home.
“What’s up, Jimmy?” She didn’t skip a beat. “Are you safe?”
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“Oh my GOD!” Mom flew over to her sister, who responded to the blank air before her eyes, gurgling and fumbling clumsily with her fingers, as she’d been doing for the past four hours. “Trish! Trish! Look at me! Are you okay?”
I hung back, adjusting the still-streaming webcam. “The doctor said it should have worn off in about twenty minutes,” I justified. “The lactation did—which is a plus—but…”
“But what? What should have worn off?” Mom was getting a little frantic, looking into her sister’s eyes and for the first time, not seeing a bitchy sneer looking back.
I could only muster a non-response: “It was for an art project…”
Mom looked back at me, crinkling her brow. “What’s wrong with her? Why is she naked?”
I glanced from my mom across the room, to my Auntie in the wicker bed, breathing and mewling, and pulling at her labia. “The pills made her too sensitive, mom. She...she can’t stop cumming.”
Baby, don't be silly—this hardly counts as cheating. Why? Because what you saw just now, in the other room, was Simon pounding my asshole, not my pussy. It doesn't count if there's no risk of pregnancy—you, better than anyone else, know I'm not on the pill.
Blake? I only sucked him off at that party two months ago, and you were out of town!
Becky? She's a chick! I'm not allowed to eat out my roomate? And plus I've known her, like forever.
Hans? I hardly even talk to him anymore, you're overreacting—and plus! I only let him jerk off on my feet when we were both drunk, it was just a stupid thing.
Anthony from tennis? … What about him? ...well, I guess you're right. But he STARTED OFF fucking me in the ass—I SWEAR I was trying to be faithful! But we were in the public shower...and his cock was so big, and shiny, and...
Just because he CAME in me doesn't mean it was NECESSARILY cheating—
Kiera is a little tease with a huge rack and a superiority complex that needs to be knocked down a few pegs
Think I should call it a night, guys. Let me know how I can improve; these threads are fun and I'd like to get better at this shit!
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how bow dah?
Caption pls
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