Wet patch Stories

At a dinner party with friends, seated between my husband and our host, the opportunity was too good to pass up. I’d had my hand on Larry’s thigh, stroking the hard ridge of his erection for several minutes now; he was starting to sweat. He’d hissed, “Ohh, fuck!” in my ear moments ago, and now pressed his hand atop mine, but too late. He uttered a low grunt, and I felt him throb and pump as he spurted his load into his pa...

And then I sense your wandering eyes, Those roiling mists on darkening skies. And soft, pulsed beckons of your lips, Entreat across my naked hips. And kiss along my sleeping cock, To tease it into interlock. And your muff’s tickle on my pride, Succumbs to your rich, honeyed glide. And nipples proudly taking in, The goosebumps thrilling on my skin. And slow gyrations from your waist, Suffuse your heist with loving grace. A...