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Bruised tits

Thursday, August 28th, 2008

“Now smash me in the cunt you fucking pig!” She yelled, and yanked
her nipples hard before twisting them. Call it blood lust if you like
but I was past caring now. Pulling her legs up, I pressed my left arm
against the back of her knees to give me an open target, then brought my
right fist down with every ounce of strength I possessed to really smash
my hard knuckles into her soft undefended pussy flesh.

“Oooooowwwrrrgghh!” She gurgled through her bloody mouth as the
first blow landed, the force pushing her along the floor. I moved so I
could stay in control and bludgeoned my tightly clenched fist into her
pulpy labia a second time. She really yelped this time making me look
round, but she was still tugging at her nipples although her breasts had
turned blue with bruising. I pushed her legs further back until her ass
lifted off the floor and I pressed my knee on her free arm to stop her
body from riding the blows. Then, ignoring her yelps of pain, I repeatedly smashed my clenched fist into her cunt at least twenty or thirty
times until the whole area between her thighs was an angry reddish-blue
and swollen, and several blood blisters had begun to appear where some
of her weaker veins couldn’t take my vicious pounding.

Wild Fuck Toys Reviews

Thursday, August 3rd, 2006

Wild Fuck Toys

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The most exclusive content online, fucking machines bringing disillusioned girls back to sexual life. High quality movies and high rezolution pictures.

Never knew that sexopatologists have such stuff. Not a bad idea to make a girl want to fuck with a man – to fuck her hole by a machine. :) Those guys really have a good sense of humour but they forgot about one little thing – those sluts would rather fuck with a machine after they ve tasted it. Dont you think so? A machine is on whenever SHE wants to fuck, it doesnt ask her to suck it and doesnt turn its back on her after its all over.
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Doctor Tushy Reviews

Tuesday, June 27th, 2006

Doctor Tushy

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Girls get their physical examinations. They strip down and put on a medical robe and are then brought into the exam room where they receive a complete checkup

This is a real exclusive content. I ve not found anything like that on the net. Men, ever seen girls examined by gynecology doctors? I guess not, judging from my experience…
Once I drove my wife to a clinic, and waited for her in the corridor, right near the door and all the time I had an itch to stand up and open the door and watch what the doc did with my wife. And all the time I had my dick up. After that I bought a speculum and exmin my wife myself from time to time – its exciting.




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Wired Pussy Gallery 3

Saturday, June 10th, 2006

Bondaged babes tied up in dungeon

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ZXCBadBad Girl Story

Tuesday, June 6th, 2006

Ask any teacher what the worst day is, and surprisingly few will remember the first day of work. The rumble in their tummy as they stand before a blackboard for the very first time, alone and without a supervisor seems to fade for them. It has never faded away for me, and I recall it vividly.

In my case it was even worse than average. I had come back to my hometown after graduating college; disappointing my parents who had expected me to move out and be a big success “away” somewhere. I explained that I’d come home to “give something back to the community”, but it was complete balderdash. What I was really doing was burying myself in my work, trying to avoid admitting something that no-one else knew.

In college I had become Mistress to a lithe blond tart named Jacqueline “Tennisball” Turner. In some way, we’d been very much in love. I’d revelled in every whipping or spanking I gave her. She gloried in the loving abuse I heaped on her. But eventually I’d convinced myself that this wasn’t what I wanted.

I was a “normal” woman, with normal desires. I wanted a husband and kids and. . . .And I wanted Tennie, or piggy, as I’d sometimes called her, crawling to lick a pair of black leather boots with four-inch heels that clung so tightly to my legs that my slave often had to yank them off me while I broke the suction with a shoehorn. I wanted her head bobbing vigorously between my thighs as the little electric shocks of pleasure shot from my clitoris. I wanted to hang her from the ceiling beam of my little house and beat her ass raw for breaking dishes, to set her impossible tasks and punish her for failing at them.

But I wanted other things too: the touch of her breath on my neck when I let her sleep in my bed; the soft look in her eyes when she knelt at the foot of that bed with my morning coffee; the contented hum of her when all the happy violence was over, the sweat and sometimes tears dried, and she cuddled into my arms during decompression.

And I wanted all of this while leading a June-Cleaver-with-a-career existence? It was too much, and I knew it. But while I sorted all this out I still had rent to pay, first to my parents, then to a landlord, and finally to a mortgage company. I found a job at a high school in town (not the Catholic school I’d attended, but a newer secular school called Park West Secondary).

On the first day of classes, I was way too early. Only the school custodian was in the hall as I entered the Old Building (the one built in 1976 was the New Building) and made my way to room 108 West. The classroom was empty, and I unlocked the door but left the light off. Instead I went to the door at the back of the class. In other days it would have been a storage space. The teacher I had replaced, one Mr. Carruthers, had been in the habit of smoking a pipe quietly in there while grading papers, and the room had that lovely “gentleman’s club” smell of old leather armchair, shoe polish, and pipe tobacco. It’s a smell I’ve always associated with luxury.

There was a little narrow window facing the soccer field, and long shelves of dusty textbooks along the wall with the door in. I put my necessary things into the desk and cupboards, my clipboard, a pack of marking pens, chalk (any teacher will tell you, you bring your own and hoard your supply), and my coffee mug.

My coffee mug.

Medical Fetish Story

Tuesday, May 9th, 2006

Story is about a loneley man who lived in Ontario. He move out when he was 40.
Ok, what we can teel you about him? He was sexy male and like gyno exams. He like to peep on his neighbor girl when she had visited her gyn.
He liked and enjoyed very much by her sexy spreaded legs…and so on…