1. Uptown Spunk


    Date: 9/15/2015, Categories: Taboo, Author: Hemingsex, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    hanging underneath. The only thing wrong with this picture was the G-string which she had pulled down near mid thigh. She didn’t want a stitch of clothing on her boy-toy. She frantically grabbed the material. “Come on! Come on!” she urgently coached Bob to pull one leg than the other out of the underwear. Marti, now on her knees, brought the sweaty, garment up to her nose. She inhaled deeply, letting his youthful, manly scent permeate her nose. She tossed the garment onto the chair and gazed upward. The naked Adonis towered over her, his hands on his hips, and a knowing grin on his face. Her face was so close to the luscious member. It was rock hard, sticking out like a flagpole and practically grazing her cheek. Oh, how she wanted this young buck all to herself. But she recalled her promise to her lover. As horny she was, she couldn’t break her friend’s heart. That already had been done years ago. Almost reluctantly, she looked back over her shoulder and called out. “Athena!” Upon hearing that name Rob’s head, like a deer who hears a twig snap in the silent woods, jerked up and his eyes flew to the same direction where Marti was looking. Two women standing toward the right of the love seat stepped aside to allow a third woman to appear. This third one, a brunette, was ravishing. Her tan, curvaceous body was provocatively accented by her tangerine-colored dress. Though modest in terms of the others’ high slits and plunging necklines, it did offer a decent view of cleavage. ...
    Its suggestiveness, though, was in its tightness. It was like the skin on a g****, highlighting her traffic-stopping breasts and flaring hips. Bob’s mouth dropped open. The sound of her four-inch stilettos, clicking on the floor as she made her way to the couple, cut through the music and the crowd’s chatter, and reverberated in his ears. Marti glanced at Bob. She chuckled at his astonished look. Then she viewed her friend. It always amazed her how Athena was a virtual copy of Sofia Vergara. Yet it bewildered Marti how her occasional bedmate looked so sheepishly now. The approaching beauty seemed embarrassed. Young Dante’s eyes blinked. No! It can’t be! screamed his frantic, tumultuous mind. Athena’s eyes were cast on to the floor. When she got close to Marti and the stripper, she looked at her on-and-off lover with a “What did you do?” look. What the fuck is up with her? Marti silently wondered, then offered to herself, She must be in shock seeing such a stud with such a schlong. Bob’s mouth was in the shape of a capital ‘O.’ The crowd had a new chant: “’thena! ‘thena!” Athena struggled to look up. Very gradually, her eyes met his. “Bobby Threads,” Marti introduced, “this is my friend, Athena.” The dancer and friend looked at each other. They were both mortified, trying desperately not to make it obvious to the others. Bob stood in front of his 42 year-old mother, Athena, naked as the day she gave birth to him, and sporting a lengthy, aroused hard-on. “Hello, Athena,” he ...
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