Overtime (2)

Pet couldn't stop shaking. Her new Mistress' fingers had been holding steady in her pussy for several minutes - their warm, hard presence teasing against her inner walls and g-spot, shifting unpredictably inside her so she could never fully adjust.

Home Alone (2)

They scrambled quickly up the stairs. She was in the lead, and the short skirt did nothing to hide her modesty - she felt his hand on her thigh, stroking gently up and down, his fingers brushing on her pussy as they moved.

Alleyways

She pulled on his hand again, forcing him to follow her between the two buildings. Her stiletto heels clattered with every step, and the echoing in the alleyway sounded like gunfire. He gulped a little, but followed her blindly, as always.

Post-game

She’d never been in the men’s locker-room until today. She hadn’t really known what to expect when she pushed open the door and made her way cautiously inside - whatever she had thought, she certainly hadn’t expected this.

Knots

The Boy Scouts say to be prepared, but when they were teaching him to tie secure knots, this probably wasn’t quite what they had in mind. Even so, he tightened the rope, and the stood back to admire his own handiwork.

Trains

Her short denim miniskirt clung to her legs uncomfortably in the heat of the train carriage. Normally on a day like this, she would have worn something looser, but she needed the shortness if her plan was going to work. With a smirk, she looked over to her boyfriend, her lovely submissive toy, and then winked at him. Even as she turned to him, he could feel the butterflies in his stomach rising - he knew she had something planned.

Guess Who (again).

The cold air from the window ruffled the long white curtain behind her, breezing over her flat, taut stomach and bringing a cute little shiver to her shoulders. The lingerie gave her almost no protection from the wind, but it made her feel unbelievably sexy.

Weed

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Panties...

Panties look best around the ankles. His words, a simple statement that she knew was really a command, echoed in her mind as she hooked her thumbs into the elastic waistband of her translucent black thong. The lace tickled her skin as she pulled her panties down, and then got on her knees.