I'm a married woman who really has no sexual interest in my partner (man). I love him, and he knows I'm attracted to women and would really prefer a woman in the bedroom. now i want him. i want him more than man i have ever had a desire to have. i want that big thing in me. i want to feel him on top of me. i want his weight pinning me to the bed as he takes me to be his. It’s been over a year now and everyone has wanted to watch every time, so far. The last text I sent read, “It’s now time for the Mommy and Tommy show out by the pool, for anyone interested in watching us do it soon… Please be ready to join us in less than 5 minutes.” i was a little girl again, and this big strong man held me safely in his arms. my breast pressing tightly to him--he kissed me deeply, then began to fondle me. his scent was intoxicating, as his hands roamed freely across my body. my top was gone, and my bikini bottom was pushed to the side. his fingers invaded my private parts, and i moaned as i buried my face against his hairy chest. That was half the agreement. The other half was the party getting ready to get it on, had to notify the other party so they could be invited to watch the exchange if they wanted to. The invitations are usually texts with a place and time for the desired deed.

Dildo's, vibrators, sometimes items or vegetables have been used to satisfy my anal fixation. yet I wanted the real thing and my husband knew it all too well. He held me, kissed me deeply with the smell of me on his face. I said, Stan … I’ve made your face smell bad. He said, “Girl I’m not washing my face anytime soon.” We continued to kiss deeply. Before I had my son, sex with my husband was very vocal. I’m talking moaning, screaming, shouting, like something out of a dirty movie—but with love. Now that our son is old enough to start asking a lot of awkward questions about all the noise, I’ve had to tone things down. But every so often I have to let myself go. We head to the bathroom—my favorite private place in the house—and turn the faucets on full blast to mask any noises. As it turns out, the feel of warm water running down my hands has become a real turn-on.” —I.R., 43 He tongue my ass for a good 15 minutes and I twitched and moaned until I came all over the massage table. He turned me over and put a soft dark blindfold across my eyes and told me to shut my eyes and to relax. I just lied there catching my breath after a 1 hour workout and relaxing listening to the soft music.

I have fooled my female coworkers so many times and have got them to send pictures of their feet. There is skinny Indian girl in my office who leaves her footwear under her desk daily. I cum on her shoes every day after the office hours. I really love listening to them pressure old people. Give us your stuff. Don’t give it to your children. If anyone doesn’t like what I say I don’t care. Who can shut me up? Oh I’ve had people try. No ones done it yet. Every explicit movie you'll find here is visually arresting, goes beyond traditional gender roles and tired stereotypes. We push the boundaries of fetish, lust, desire and intimacy. Plus, every movie is accompanied by behind-the-scenes footage, on-set performer & director interviews, and exclusive photos. We’re really proud of how we make our movies and we want you to be able to see exactly how they were made. I am typically a quiet, reserved and abnormally low risk person. This trip, this trip I threw caution to the wind.

As I was climbing up the very steep stairs, I realized that Stan was right behind me getting a great view of my bare butt. I was instantly aroused. I couldn’t believe the warm wave of horny-ness that blew through me. Finally having an older man look at me that way and getting an obvious erection doing so. I was very excited. I always went up to the loft alone but now Stan was daily finding excuses to escort me up those stairs. I would fantasize about him throughout the day anxious to get to work and being sure to wear skirts and dresses that would give Stan the best views without being obvious to others. my heart raced, i peeked out the window of the bedroom--what had i done? my husband was not home yet, i watched and saw him in his room. he stripped for a shower, and i know he saw me. he saw me stare. it was like my forearm large... i had to stare, i was dumbfounded.

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Stan lives alone and since then once, twice a week, I go over to his place to have sex. He’s had a vasectomy decades ago so he took my virginity with no threat of getting pregnant. I was a smooth 16 year old boy in the 70's and I was totally infatuatued by the lifeguard at the campground. He was 18, wore a red speedo, had hairy manly legs and a perfect happy trail on his stomach. He was tone, tan and friendly with me. Well I hung out at the pool every day as we would chat endlessly and I could not get enough of him. COVID transformed my family into a free use system for sex between us all freely. Simply put, my husband was free to have sex with our daughter anytime they wanted and I could have sex with my son whenever we wanted to; free-use, day or night, no questions asked.