“Hey, Faith, what’s wrong, do you feel okay?” He asked, a little concern bleeding into his voice as she released his wrist, his hand finding hers, squeezing it, “You can speak to me, you know.” She looked up at him, so perfect. “I asian um, look, I’m not, you know, like those girls…” She said, tilting her head briefly towards the dance floor. He squeezed her hand again, “Look, if you don’t want me to come back to yours we can-” “No! No I do, I do, It’s just, how do it say it?” He smiled and met her gaze, “Quickly? So we can hurry up and get to yours?” She blushed, “I have… Well, I have a…” “A?...” “Dick?” She asked, even though it wasn’t a question. To his credit, and her surprise, he didn’t immediately walk away, though he did hesitate for a moment, “Oh. No shit?” “Yeah…” “Mm.” He was quiet for another long moment, then shrugged emphatically, grinning as he stood again, a little more insistent, “Who cares, come on.” “W-wait!” She stammered, releasing his hand and he looked about to give her a ‘what this time’, but fell silent as she picked up her glass of wine, drained it and scooped her handbag, “A-alright, let's go.” He grinned and held her hand as they made from the club, waiting only a moment before handing her his phone so she could put her address in, eager to place the order for the Uber. The wait and ride was mercifully short and they’d had real difficulties keeping their hands off of one another for the journey. She’d put a hand on his arm just to keep steady and had found herself holding his japanese bicep. He’d noticed, glanced at her and while smirking, flexed his arm, displaying his strength. She’d melted into him in an instant and they’d started making out, facing each other, her hand on his waist and her other on his back, his on her side, the other resting on the back of the car seat, just by her breast. As they’d drawn close she’d taken his free hand in her own, pulling it to her chest, his fingers splaying and sinking into the soft warmth of her breast through the fabric of her dress and bra. The Uber driver had to, awkwardly, shout back at them twice as he pulled up at her place before they eventually untangled themselves from each others embrace, Michael muttering a low apology to the Uber driver even as he wore a grin and a well-defined lipstick mark on his cheek as he tried to salvage his rating with the driver, both of them climbing from the car. “T-this way,” she said, looking towards one of the apartment buildings, fishing in her handbag for her keys which she produced, letting them both in. Their footsteps clicked on the tiled stairs as they ascended, opting out of using the lift as she only lived on the second floor. Even so, and likely because of Michael, Faith found herself feeling a little breathless as she fumbled at her door with the keys, feeling his hands slip around her waist, giving her a soft squeeze as he leaned in, her ponytail giving him easy access to kiss at Hardcore her neck. She found the correct key, pushed it into the lock and twisted, but she found herself hesitating for a moment, her head tilted back against his shoulder as she gasped gently, her lips parted as he bit gently at her neck, sending shivers down her spine. He leaned forward and she felt him against her back, urging her forward. Biting her lip she opened the door and let it swing inwards, where she stepped quickly followed by Michael who didn’t for an instant take her hands off her waist as she turned around to face him. She opened her mouth to talk but he placed his hand on her cheek, his other flicking the light on in the fetish apartment as he leaned in, kissing her full lips, passionate and desperate, his foot catching the door, swinging teen it shut behind them as he started to urge her once more onwards. She stepped carefully backwards, dropping her handbag on the floor with a clatter as she turned her body to the side, Michael following as she began to step back towards her bedroom, her fingers at his chest, trying to undo the buttons of his shirt. By the time they reached the door his shirt was hanging limply on his shoulders, her heels kicked off and discarded somewhere she’d have to find in the morning. With a bump she was pressed into her closed bedroom door, his firm toned chest pressing to the softness of her figure through her dress and he broke the kiss, looking down at her, breathing hard, her hair a little more dishevelled, her glasses a little skewed on her face. “Fuck, you’re so hot…” he grinned as he looked down at her, much shorter now without her three-inch heels. She blushed and moved her hand down towards the door handle but he grabbed her wrists, pulling them above her head while she gasped and he grinned, leaning down to kiss her again, deep and with passion, their tongues mingling as he pinned her to her door, one hand holding both her wrists above her head and while she could have probably broken the grip, she really didn’t want to. Biting her lip as he pulled back slightly she looked at him with a sultry gaze, his spare hand pulling her dress up, his hand gliding over the silky smoothness of her stocking-clad thigh to squeeze at her hip and around to her bubbly ass, his thigh pressing between her own, finding her hard against him. I wink at her and walk to the big couch where Granny Ellen continues to ride Roger. “Thank you, Master!” Under the dress she wore a pink teddy, its front laces undone, with black stockings and bright red shoes. I was a very bad girl and was ugly to Daddy and the girls here, but Daddy just loved on me until I seen he will love me any time I want if I am good and I really like that. just wants to be sucked.” She liked it when I played with her breasts, especially during sex. Aaron didn't like going down on me and would only do it on special occasions when I asked. I tell them I will coach them now but when the surprise my son , they have to “Ben, why didn’t you let me know?” she responded. She picked up a ring and slipped it on her finger, it was a perfect fit, “It was made for me my love.” She took the other ring, turned my hand over and pushed the ring on, “Now you’re mine, will you kiss me please.” After Mom comes back, Sujata aunty wants me to persuade Dad to force Mom and Bro to fetish fuck and then group. She wore a garterbelt, black stockings, a long nightgown that hid almost nothing, and tall, sexy patent black heels. Daddy raped his little girl. “If you don’t want to watch Tomas fucking your wife you can distract yourself by coming Hardcore over here and fucking my little cunt.” Tim’s heart skips. He wanted to make conversation but wasn’t sure what to say. They froze and gazed longingly at each other. She pushed me back so that I sat down on it and kneeled in front of me. Beth pulled my hips closer to the edge of the couch. “You stupid fucker. It's a story about a girl who takes comfort in the wishes of her Master, dominant over submissive, and lives for the thrill of being punished. Mr. Parks teased me, easing off on the pressure. I shuddered, shivered. “What was she talking about when she said, “we do it all japanese the time?” Grace asked herself. The same thing happened with all the 6 guests (ha!). "Oh god Julie I want you," Sarah moaned Pain turns to pleasure slowly. You have no idea how much I need this in me. Have you ever fucked a pregnant lady? "Liberty, Mayor declared a public health emergency. He didn't have to many couplings with asian human women, but he'd created a few bloodlines of imburers. Glenn took It easier this time and made love to me. Lacey cummed three or four times on my face and Glen filled me two more times. I would be taught to bring her to orgasm on my knee. So how does she taste?” I moaned making her eyes open in slight shock as though she wasn’t expecting my teen reaction. DADDY LOVES YOU!” Eyes locked, Sarah’s naked body pressing against hers, she found her voice. “My place, 9:00 pm.