Carter stumbled backwards, cold dread flooding his system as the scantily clad intruder slowly advanced. ‘No, you can’t. You can’t be here. Sonny, you can’t. I… I don’t understand. How did you get in? No, what am I saying – you’re not here. I… I’m seeing things… I have to be…’ Even so, Carter continued to edge away, practically crouching with his hands held out in a defensive manner as
Night was falling as the young couple ascended the broad drive leading to the striking building. It loomed over them with a somewhat imposing air about it, the soft buzz of conversation drifting through the open windows. Seth and Holly had seen it before, though only from a distance when they drove past the end of the drive; up close they found the very walls seemed to whisper of luxury
Taking her rightful place as a naughty snow bunny addicted to the throbbing dark meat of her black masters was the best thing Ashley had ever done, but it hadn’t been easy. When they had first shown up in the office reception where she worked she had been a shy, inexperienced little thing without the confidence to shoo a pigeon, but despite this – or maybe because of it, she
Who said smart girls couldn’t be sluts too? Lydia had never understood why the two had to be mutually exclusive. All the vapid whores strutting around in their skimpy designer clothes, they were one thing, but how much more interesting would the world be if they were as intelligent as they were sexy? True, mostsluts could wither wannabe women with a glance or cut down dim-witted men with their viperous
Holding out his thick cock, Lee smirked as Taylor leaned into to lick the underside. Smoke poured from her silky lips, wreathing around his cock like ribbons of lace and twisting up to fill his senses. He always loved the smell of smoked Lust, sweet and aromatic as it was, but it was perhaps the taste of it on his tongue that drove him into a frenzy: sharp, intoxicating, like
Etta glared at Martin with a mixture of loathing and longing. As much as she wanted to, she could not deny his stunning body, nor contain the shuddering pleasure he was pounding into her tight holes. But that wasn’t to say she didn’t hate him with a passion, a hate so fiery it burned her insides. ‘Don’t look at me like that,’ Martin scoffed, ‘you can’t tell me you’re not
‘Dean?’ Eris said, slinking down the corridor in her attractive black gown. ‘Dean, you down here?’ In the low light of the corridors it was difficult to identify anyone until they were close, but it soon became apparent her husband was not here. Briefly dipping into the antechamber at the end of the corridor she found a few party attendees who had stepped away from the packed ballroom for some
The room was dark as they staggered in. Cora startled as the room was suddenly illuminated, strings of multi-coloured fairy lights blinking on, and she vaguely assumed they must have been activated by their presence. She was far too focused on ensuring the contents of her stomach remained inside to pay them much attention though. ‘Woah, not so fast,’ she groaned, gripping onto the edge of a cabinet as the
Chantelle whimpered desperately as the stunning brunette lapped at her dripping sex. Her tongue was so hot, so powerful, and with one thumb pressed hard against Chantelle’s clit every stroke was intensified tenfold such that it felt as if her whole groin was on fire. Part of Chantelle wanted to scream, to cry out for her boyfriend, or her neighbours, or just in the vain hope someone might be walking
‘Oh, Mister C, you feel so good! Please, Mister C, I’ve been a good girl this year – empty your sack in me, sir. I want to be so full I’m leaking your juices until next Christmas Night!’ Straddling his lap and bouncing feverishly on his throbbing meat, the needy little elf mewled and whimpered like a whining puppy. Her tight pussy lips jerked him urgently, desperate for his seed
