Monthly Archives: September 2020

Chubby Loving

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It’s been about a month and a half since I first met up with Jacinto and Nicoletta. We all had such a great time the first meet up that we’ve continued to see each other each week. They would pick me up, take my back to their apartment and we would fuck on and off all day.

It was exactly what I was looking for, friendly, non-judgmental people, who didn’t tie me down with commitment, but had the same high sex drive as myself.

This meet up I’m going to talk about was a little different though. Feeling bad that they constantly had to pick me up, I convinced my dad to let me have my car on campus. Of Course I made up a bullshit lie as to why I had to have it, but it worked, and I excitedly told Jacinto and Nicoletta the next time we met up.
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Ebony BBW meeting Alex for the first time + black moms nude

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I arrive at the hotel and go up to his room. He’s left the door open for me. I go in and he hugs me…it feels so good to have his arms wrapped around me. My nerves start to fade. We sit on the bed and make small talk. I ask if he would give me a minute and he goes down the hall to get ice. While he’s gone I light some candles that I brought and I turn out the lights, I open the curtains, and I change into a t-shirt and panties. I pour a little lotion and body oil into my hands and rub it all over my freshly exfoliated skin. Staring at my feet, rubbing up my calves, to my thick thighs, to my ass, then to my belly, stopping for a moment at my 46H breasts and caressing my dark nipples, feeling them harden between my fingers. I linger for a moment before finishing with my arms. I slip into an oversized grey t-shirt that I cut the collar off of so it hangs off one shoulder. I put on a pair of black booty shorts underneath and sit on the bed to wait. Continue reading

She’s forced to eat her husband’s cum from mistress’s pussy

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I still remember the day she walked into our lives. I could never have suspected that she would grow to have the power over my husband, and now my own life, that she currently does. Out of all the applicants we interviewed to replace our retiring housemaid, she seemed like the perfect candidate. She had been personally recommended by our outgoing maid, who had served us for nearly 20 years until her back problems were too bad for her to continue. Our aging ex-maid told us that Marta was the niece of a close friend, and she could vouch for the young lady’s character.

The girl seemed perfect for the role when I interviewed her. Demure and precise, with downcast eyes and perfect deference to me in all questions, I felt that I could adequately rely on this young woman to carry out the duties I required without me having to overexplain myself and without asserting her own opinions. I cannot stand it when the help offer their own feelings about how my household should be run. I grew up learning to demand a certain standard of quality in all of those who work for me and house staff are no exception.
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