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Dam finally

Hope everything is fine with you take care of your self.☺️

If I am lucky enough would kiss them forever

So big baby, will love to suck it

You look fab, what bring you here

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"Fuck me, Chris," I said as I bunched the sheets in my fists. He spat into his hand and rubbed the head of his cock before he pushed it into me, splitting me, fucking me. A clenching heat seized my body as I rubbed my clit against the edge of the mattress. I gripped him inside of me, spurting...

"What is that thing?" He whispered. "It's...I mean he is my dead boyfriend." The words sounded crazy. "The picture you saw." Antony glided down toward the floor and reformed into the tall, lean apparition of a young man. His sandy hair curled onto his forehead and he swept it away with his...

The steam from the bath rose around us and I found myself back on that granite shore, the cold quarry waters lapping against the gray stone. Antony knelt between my thighs and parted them with his palms, lowering his mouth to my wet cunt. I could feel his warm tongue lap at my tender folds...

"I did. Won't you come to bed?" I begged. "We could do some stuff." "Sorry. I still have work to do." My heart sank. "Oh ok." "I'll be up soon." "Ok." He put the hammer on the yellow paint-chipped dresser and walked out of the room. My heart sank. I just wanted him to see me. To remember...

I felt a hand slide up my arm and slip under the back of my neck. The comforter reared up as a warm, taut body slid against mine. I felt the warm pressure of kisses on my neck and a large hand close over my breast, kneading it. An erection, hard and smooth, pressed against my thigh. My body...

"Hey there, handsome. Did you and Artie have a good nap?" Guilt surged in my chest as I gripped the picture of Antony in my hand. "Who's that?" Chris asked, reaching for the photograph. I pulled it back to my chest away from his grasp. "He was my first boyfriend. He died on his way to pick...

I slipped my hand down his shorts and touched his rigid, silky penis. He froze as a small pulse bumped against my palm. A small drop of slippery hot liquid slid from the head. "Oh no. I think I can make it. Just give me one second," he breathed in my ear. A sudden urge to grip and stroke him...

His hand slid up my inner thigh under the water and grazed the edge of my bikini bottoms. His fingers lingering as he looked up at me. I reached for his hand and slid it under my swimsuit. His green eyes held steady to mine, his smirk fading in a look of serious concentration. The wind sifted...

His boots clomped over the faded hardwood as he stalked out. I went to the dust-smocked mantle and brushed my hand over the top, slicing through the pale dust with my palm, revealing a dark crescent of wood beneath. My fingertips traced over a photograph tucked against the wall. I picked it up...

"See what?" "I swear I just saw someone cross the yard. Like from the corner of my eye." "Can you see the kids?" I asked him, anxiety welling in my chest. "Yeah, they're still sleeping," he said, standing on his tiptoes to better see. "It's going to be weird living in the country," I said...

"Jesus, your mother was living in this?" My husband muttered as we climbed the front steps. "She was a proud person, Chris." "Proud don't pay the bills." I ignored him and felt around the door frame for the key my mother always kept stashed there. My fingers lit on the key and drew it into my...

I looked back at the twins nestled in their car seats, each clutching a separate corner of a red dinosaur blanket. Their identical heads slumped against their shoulders. They were four years old and in a rare moment of potential energy. Usually they careened around, grabbing, laughing, shouting...