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Travelers
Author’s Notes: As is usual to state on Literotica, in case it is not clear enough from the story itself, all characters participating in sexual acts occurring in this story are at least 18 years of age.***I’ve been lying on the rocky beach for half an hour. The morning sun was just gaining strength, and
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The Tales of the Ex-Boyfriend I still cannot forget that day I had caught my ex-girlfriend in the middle of the afternoon in front of her PC in all her naked glory, chest heaving and tits hard to peaks of arousal, panties shoved to the side, one leg on top of the table beside the
Modern Pirates by dematt101
Modern pirates strike in the carribean. As a multi-millionaire businessman, Peter had slept with more than his fair share of young, beautiful women in his life. Now a week away from his 62nd birthday, he looked across the deck of his yacht at the three sunbathing girls. Wow, they were beautiful. So far they had
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I had a wonderful dream. A beautiful Japanese woman was serving me sushi, but Myra was naked, covered in sushi. I ate and ate. Tessa was playing a musical instrument. The Japanese woman was singing.I woke up to Tessa’s warm mouth on my cock. I looked around as Myra was waking up too.”What a slutty
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“Please don’t rip,” I kept repeating to myself as I tried to pull the latex over my hips. My name is Vanessa and, like most teenagers, intimacy is still an awkward affair. Add my desire for sexual servitude and bondage and finding a boyfriend, much less a master is all but impossible. So like most