Latin Porn Spices

I was new to the cheerleading squad, and our team, a pro ball team,
demanded the best looking girls. I was surprised I made it, since I don’t
consider myself that good looking. True, I’ve never had trouble finding
guys, and my figure is pretty good but not perfect. It took about three
days to find out who the bitches were, and who the friendly girls were.
Names here have been changed to protect us all.
Our costumes consisted of scanty wisps of nylon, and small shorts, or
long dance leotards that hugged our bodies close. You HAD to be in shape,
else every little bulge or flabby spot would show. Terry, a bitchy blonde
who’d originally given me bad advice constantly griped about wearing
skimpy costumes just to give the guys in the audience a thrill. She kept
saying that she’d rather fuck a bull than most of the sports fan slobs. (more…)

Part of me wanted Alex with me, but part of me was glad I was doing this
on my own. I parked the car, stepped out into the hot July sun, and
walked up the block towards the small jewelry store I’d found. As I
approached the store, I thought about Alex. He was a good man, but over
the last few years, our relationship had grown a bit stale. We’d talked
about it, on and off, but I can’t say anything much had come of our
talks, and on a few occasions, I’d even thought about divorce.

My thoughts skittered in another direction as I stepped into the cool
shade of the store. What was I doing? Proper middle-aged housewives
don’t do things like this. “Why not?” part of me wondered. “Why not!”
another part of me asserted. I’d had this fantasy for a long time, and
now that I knew I could make it real, I was sure I’d never forgive myself
if I didn’t do it. (more…)

latin babe toying
Cute latin teenie girl with smoking body and huge beautiful eyes masturbates on her bed

I’d always known my wife had a hot ass; hell, that’s partly
why I married her. Once, when we were still dating, she asked me to
meet her on her lunch hour. She kissed me, sliding her tongue into
my mouth, and said we had to hurry, because she had an appointment.
Within fifteen minutes, she was gasping as I fucked the daylights
out of her against the wall of a stall in a ladies’ room. She was
wearing a business suit, but had very adroitly pulled her skirt up
and her little bikini panties off so I could get my bursting dick
into her. She urged me to fuck her good, to fill her little pussy
with lots and lots of creamy come. Then, without so much as rinsing
off her cunt, she dashed off to her appointment. That evening, she
explained what that thrilling little fuck session had been all
about. She said that two weeks earlier, she’d gotten into a pissing
match with her gynecologist over something or other, but that SHE
had gotten in the last word. (more…)

I live in a suburban community adjacent to one of the nation’s
largest western cities. It’s a compromise: I’d live farther out but
then I’d have to leave *really* early in the morning to get to work
downtown. Even so, I might consider getting farther away from the urban
sprawl, but I’m divorced and I got the house; my ex moved back east and
took the savings account. So I stay.
More specifically, I live between two cops and across the street
from another, a fact which does *not* make me feel particularly secure.
On one side is a retired suburban cop. He has serious problems with
both his back and his drinking and he doesn’t get out much, though his
rather dumpy wife is out there fiddling with the soaker hoses in good
weather. (more…)

I knew I was in for it when I met my wife, Mandy, at the
restaurant yesterday. First of all, she wasn’t late like she
usually is. In fact, she was there ahead of me, and had already
been seated. I liked the booth she’d selected. Mandy always picks
the booth that pleases her. It’s part of the privilege of eating
out, she claims.
At any rate, this booth was at the very back of the
restaurant. Immediately on the booth’s left was a huge window
overlooking a park. The window was at the very edge of our table,
so we had an excellent view of the rose gardens and any joggers who
happened by. (more…)

Hey everyone, here is a joke I d like to share
—
A good fuck costs nothing, but gives much. It reaches those who
receive without making poorer those who give. It takes but a
moment, but the memory sometimes lasts a lifetime. None is so
rich or mighty that he can get along without it, and none is so
poor but that he can be made richer by it. A good fuck creates
happiness in the home, fosters goodwill in business, and is the
countersign of friendship. It brings rest to the weary, cheer
to the discouraged. A good fuck is sunshine to the sad, and is
nature’s best antidote for trouble.

Yet, it cannot be bought, begged, borrowed, or stolen, for it is
of no value to anyone until it is given away. Some people are
too tired to give you a good fuck. Give them one of yours, as none
needs a good fuck so such as he who has no more to give.

:)