He so rocked my world. He's my favorite fuck-buddy. I love his cock, his tongue, his hands... He's just so much fucking fun!" Please, please stop, you...re embarrassing me. Ain't no big deal, ain't no nevermind. I just like to enjoy sex. There's no rush, you know, just savor the pleasures. That's my motto." And a damn good one, too. I think Becca and I will adopt it. Now, Sandy, may I go down on you?" You may Jon. You may indeed!" Hey Ray, let's do some good old vanilla fucking. What do you say?". No challenge to that status, expressed or implied, is made by this work of dirived fiction, its authors, or the website on which it is hosted.That said: the individual and specific characters, locations, descriptions, identity manifests, mannerisms, situations, plot elements, etc, ad nauseam: which appear in this story: are (C), (TM), and/or (R) their respective authors.It was a day like any other in the small, self contained, city-state of Blushing. There wasn't a cloud in the sky, it was a. The plug she'd been wearing, that was by her feet, was a little wider than her hand, so it wasnt particularly big, but the feel of her hand, that moved and gyrated inside her felt like nothing she'd felt before. It was intense, yet she felt compelled to do more.Her hand slipped from her rectum, and then pushed back inside, slick with the remnants of the lube from earlier that day.Relishing the feeling, Mandy felt like she could orgasm, and orgasm hard, yet she was rushed as it was.She forced. Even when she finally slid the blouse off and let it fall to the floor, she still refused to turn around. Lexi moved in between Tom’s knees again, so close that he could feel the heat coming off of her. His cock was engorged, tenting the running shorts he was wearing obscenely. She continued to move until she was pressed against him, his face on her bare back. Tom inhaled her scent and began to kiss along the small of her back, just above the waistband of her skirt. Lexi bent over, pushing her.