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TTAKE HER, SHE’S MINE Jim McCartan

eager to put his cock into her. But he Then she started to ride him, lifting her throat. This second climax of hers
didn’t rush anything. He let the joy build and lowering her lithe body. He reached was electrifying the whole bedroom and
in her. Her hips rolled, and she jammed up to grope her tits. She planted a palm crackling in the air around us.
her pussy against his face. on his hard chest and bounced on him Stewart made a move while she was
A cry started low in her throat, then with increasing speed. He thrust up into still in the throes. He flipped her onto her
rose through the octaves. At the highest her, and I watched it all, the sexy scene back, keeping his cock inside her the
note, I saw the climax sweep my wife’s multiplying in the mirrors. entire time, and proceeded to pound her,
body. She was a human mechanism As I pumped my own cock, it struck slamming his cock into her again and
made to experience bliss. Pleasure me why I was always able to zero in again. Her voice rang out as she writhed
rippled over her flesh and colored her on the basic male type that Hayley with orgasmic joy underneath him.
lovely features. When Stewart finally preferred for these sexual scenarios. I I jerked my shaft, feeling my balls
came up panting, his face dripped with was in my 40s, just as she was, and like tighten. Just as I started unloading,
her juices. her I had kept myself in good physical Stewart—somehow timing it perfectly—
Hayley had him lay back. She condition. Yet I wasn’t so vain as to think pulled out of my wife and began laying
positioned herself over him, taking hold I hadn’t aged a day in our 15 years of stripes of hot white cream across her
of his spit-shiny cock and getting ready being married. magnificent body. He sprayed her
to lower her pussy onto it. Stewart’s eyes Stewart looked rather like I had a belly and heaving tits, and even shot
were wide with anticipation. I, at last, decade and a half ago, full of vitality and a few spurts onto her face, which she
quietly unzipped and held my throbbing youthful exuberance. By procuring men immediately licked up.
meat in my hand. like him, I was giving Hayley the chance My own spunk had spattered the
My wife fit my younger colleague’s to revisit our earliest days together, while carpet. I would have thought Stewart was
cockhead against her pussy. That swollen also affording myself the opportunity to oblivious to me by now, but he turned
knob disappeared as she dropped time travel back through my own erotic and looked directly my way and gave me
down onto him. A new wave of sexual history. It was like watching my younger a thankful wink for the loan.
exhilaration overtook her. She impaled self fuck her.
herself completely on his staff, and he And fuck her he did. Hayley was riding —R.C., New York, New York
groaned with delight as he finally felt the him crazily now. He was spearing up
sweet clasp of her luscious cunt. into her. A raw cry started tearing from
DELECTABLE

rior to opening my own bistro,
I worked for one of the city’s
top restaurateurs in a four-
star establishment. While I
P called the shots in the kitchen
and had full creative control over the
menu, Darryl handled all “front of the
house” affairs—including those of his hot
wife, Gina.
Darryl only showed up once or twice a
week to go over the books and meet with
me, but Gina was often up front subbing
as a hostess or rushing about supervising
the floor—even when their friends from the
country club came by. Since the place
was not at all some cozy family-run pub,
I wondered why she was always around.
Surely she had better things to do on a
Saturday night.
Still, Gina seemed to love circulating

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