Continue by Kilted Wookie The pressure mounts. As it always does, her mouth works its magic. Her tongue coats my shaft with a warm film of saliva, her lips glide along my length. "Ahhh! Good girl!" I sigh as she takes me deep; the head of my cock lodging in the back of her throat.... Continue Reading →


Look, Dont Touch

Look, Don't Touch by Kilted Wookie "You're a bad girl, aren't you?" he asked as she slid her fingers deep inside her cunt. "Yes Sir! I... Ah... Am a very... Ah... bad girl." "Bad girls don't deserve orgasms, do they?" he taunted. "No Sir!" "No they don't!" "May I... May I stop, Sir?" she pleaded,... Continue Reading →

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