Archive | 15.02.2010
- Waiting for Order: Never-ending
Summer was more than half over, and the hot sun had baked her garden. Driving out to the mountain cabin, everything seemed yellow, tan and brown – more like fall – instead of the usual greenery that carpeted the scenic trip. Now, she frowned at her dry, thirsty vegetables and flowers, wishing for a nice rainstorm.
She turned and started toward the porch – seeing him there, stopped and smiled. This was their hideaway, a peaceful retreat kept private. It was a small but intricate wood frame dwelling ... more
- Who is the Master?
"Yes, Master."
Amelia gasps as her head is snapped back by her hair. Looking up at Ethan, his eyes blazing with lust, she feels the familiar rush. Her pussy is already dripping wet and she hasn't even touched him yet.
"Do you want that cock, little whore? Tell me, does it look good to you?" Ethan sneers as his cock bobs in front of her face.
Amelia looks up gingerly at him, mouth starting to water, pussy wet and swollen in anticipation. She leans in a bit to lightly lick at his balls.
"Fuck ... more