Astrid

She perches on my lap, straddling me, large tits pressed into my collar. She tilts her chin up, looking down at me over her high cheekbones. I feel like so much putty, ready for her to mold. She wears brown lipstick, just a shade darker than her skin color, with matching eyeshadow and blush. It is, of course, immaculate in its application.

Kasia

He looks up, his eyes finding mine. He looks cute, so serious with his salt-and-pepper hair and goofy old t-shirt and shorts. “I don’t know what you’re doing, Kasia, but--” “I’m showering, Mr. Wilcock,” I say, stepping back into the stream of water, letting it run down me, washing the soap off.

The New Landlord

“The two-twenty-five I owe you? I’d like to pay it through barter.” “Barter?” my voice squeaked. I looked around. “Bartering what?”

Emily

“That was nice to hear you stick up for your sister tonight at dinner.” I hug her into me, cupping her breast, pressing my erection into her leg. “We could all learn from your ability to be the bigger person.” I slip my hand between her thighs, pet her pussy.

Leann

“You’re a disgusting pervert, Squeegee.” She frowns, grabbing a glass from the cabinet behind her. “You’ve got a micropenis and shriveled up little balls, I know it. What’s it like, being unable to please a woman?” As she reaches up, she slaps her ass, swings her hips to side.

Kelsey

I’m not usually like this, I swear. But as his hand journeys upwards from my knee, I suck down air anticipating what’s to come. I’m attuned to his touch, aware of every contour in his fingerprints as they describe gentle circles on my thighs. With each swoop and swerve, he grows bolder, dancing closer to my heat. His trepidation teases me. I can see it in his face, his excited nervousness, that frightened little boy look, reaching for something he knows isn’t his.

Cara

“I’ve been waiting this whole time, trying to get you alone. I think you’ll be fun to fuck. My mom did say I should be nice to you, and what’s nicer than slobbering all over your cock? Plus, I’ve never been with a married guy before, let alone a trophy husband.”

Zooey

As I watch, she sits up, still engrossed in her screen, still with her back to me. She’s wearing a powder blue tank top, clinging tightly to her thin little torso. She’s on her knees, back arched, ass out as she rides her fingers.

Lucia

My fingers are interlocked with hers, our arms outstretched. My other hand rests on the small of her back. With her nod, I wrap my arm around her waist, careful not to touch her butt. Drawing from a confidence I do not feel, I pull her into me, so that our bodies are pressed together, so that her tits are squished against my chest.

Stacey

Mike watches her pull the wet garment off over her head, delighting in the pink tank top she’s got on, the cleavage it’s showing, her nipples poking through. He takes her wrist in his grip, guiding her hand to daub up water on his lap. Her cheeks are red with shame, her wet skirt clings to her skin. He points at her crotch. “Look, it’s everywhere,” he chastises her.