Jess looked at herself in the mirror on her wardrobe door. She stood naked, her blonde hair tied in a bun, pulling her face back, a cheap facelift, and definitely cheaper than regular Botox.She was not old; she was not vain. At thirty-two, she was looking pretty damn good, she thought. Well, her body did.

After an hour of wandering around town, Alex had only a few pieces of her slutty kitty costume remaining to find- her nipple clamps and her vibrator. However, she was nearing her limit- between the vibrating tail plug and the warm, lewd sperm in her ass, as well as the fact that she was in

You can read this as a standalone story.Dedicated to Boxwood and to all the Daniels in the world who are looking for their Briana.This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to

Apartment life is ill fitted to the BDSM play life, but I am always entertained by the thought of the neighbors hearing me torture my house boy. Sometimes I push his face towards our floor vents as I whip, tease, and edge him, filling their apartment with the sounds of our arousal.”Who’s a good bitch