Cock & ball torture

Bigboy and His Bitches Part 3

Bigboy and his bitches; Part 3 Vickie and Julie were in each other’s arms quickly, kissing, tearing each other’s clothes off until Vickie says, we need to slow down and get in that shower girl. They do. They hug as they stand under the hot streaming water laughing as Julie says, “I don’t think I can scrub off the slutty feeling of having a black man cumming in my married white pussy. God that was so nasty feeling, having my pussy stretched so much and feeling his black balls filling me so deeply. Have you ever felt a man’s cum so hot and squirting so forcefully inside you Vic?” “Hmmmm wait till you feel an animal cum in you sweetie. If you think that was good you will love having Bigboy give you his baby …

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The Weekend with Tori, and her Sister…

This is a story about a girl I met on Omegle, it’s been modified to where I can legally post it onto this website, the ages, names, and places have been changed to keep the identity of the person involved a secret, some of it is true, but most of it makes it a Fiction Story.. I hope you enjoy!! ———————————————————————————— It could have been anyone else, with that perfect hair, the perfect smile, the perfect body. God damn, I still couldn’t get over the new girl. Tori recently moved in from Ohio to here in Dallas Texas, my God you thought you’d be dreaming if you saw her. The long brown hair, those bright blue eyes, the pink shirt she wore, along with those shorts. The legs were like candy, as a child, you …

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Sunday Part 1

I woke up to her rubbing my stomach and below my belly button. I opened my eyes and she was smiling beautifully. “Good morning!” she said, blue eyes beaming. She was already in a new bra and underwear, and she appeared to have washed up from the night before which was weird because I didn’t hear her get up this morning. “My turn!” she said playfully, excited to get started on her day of payback. We agreed that Saturday I would be in control, and Sunday she would take over. She wasn’t wasting any time. She tied my wrists tightly to the head of the bed and tied my ankles similarly to how I tied hers the night before. She left my boxers on though, much to my displeasure. She stood above me in her …

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