The dishwasher had been leaking for days, and I finally called the building’s maintenance service on a sweltering Friday afternoon in June. I was home alone, working from my living room in nothing but a thin white tank top and tiny black yoga shorts no bra, no panties, hair tied up messily because of the heat. I’m 27, curvy in all the right places, and I knew exactly how I looked when the doorbell rang.
It was a scorching Saturday afternoon last July, and the whole building was empty because most people had gone away for the weekend. I’m 28, single, living alone on the third floor, and my neighbor from across the hall, Murat, is this 35-year-old divorced guy—tall, broad-shouldered, always shirtless in the hallway carrying groceries, with that thick bulge always visible in his sweatpants. I’d caught him staring at my ass in my tight leggings plenty of times, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t tease him on purpose, bending over slowly when I knew he was watching.
Olga divorced her husband a long time ago for banal reasons - he drank, went out, didn't help, didn't take anyone into account and lived for his own pleasures. How many tears she shed, she kept hoping that he would come to his senses, start helping and feeling sorry - all in vain
I want to tell you one story that changed my attitude to such concepts as love, family relationships and friendship.Last summer, a young married couple I know, Ilya and Katya, invited me and my friend to relax at a resort by the sea (they managed to get discounted vouchers for a house for 4 people for 7 days
I met Sergey on the Internet, in a chat. At first we talked for quite a long time on Telegram, he was very interested in the fact that my wife and I were having group sex. I sent him several rather explicit photos of my Olya, he was delighted with her, we discussed her charms, I told him about our adventures, about how she behaves during sex, about how she communicates with other men
The story is absolutely true. I am a 28 year old guy. My wife is 27. We were visiting friends. During the day the girls drank wine. By the evening my wife was already well woozy. I was the first to go to bed.
I worked at a factory. The team was large and young. Work was in shifts.I went to work on shift. Everything was as usual. But new girls came to us. A couple. They were assigned to me. For an internship. The girls turned out to be normal, cheerful. However, it seemed to me that they had a close relationship with each other.
Hello, dear readers!I wanted to share my story, or rather, to speak out anonymously.It happened more than 10 years ago. I was a student then. On weekends I would “run away” from home to my aunt, who lived alone. She was a lonely woman, and her family life had not worked out. That’s probably why she was a nervous, twitchy little mouse, and her job as a teacher didn’t make her any more nervous.
My God! How did this happen? How did it happen that I, a teacher, a school principal, an elderly woman (I'm already 51 years old), who has never cheated on her husband in my entire life, am on all fours, and someone, I don't even know who, is pulling me onto his penis. What a shame, I have never experienced such shame
My name is Rohan, and I am a young, well-built boy of 24 years. My 8-inch thick, black cock sets any girl's pussy on fire. My girlfriend, Preeti, is a hot, horny girl of 22 years. Her fair, full body, big breasts, round ass, and thin waist used to make my cock yearn every time. Her juicy lips, pink nipples, and wet pussy were an open invitation for sex.