Adult Focus

For the past three years we have been together. My boyfriend and I have been together all day long. The next day, however, this will change. Alvin has a flight to Southeast Asia early in the morning tomorrow. He'll be in the region for about a half year to work. It's the first time that we'll need to work long-distance. He's asleep as I'm washing. Well, maybe I'll need to present him with my last gift when he gets up in about six hours. I make my way to the bed and cuddle close to him, taking in our final hours together. One last blowjob I barely fell asleep. In fact, I tried my best to not fall asleep. I don't want to be spending the majority of our last day in a row without a plan. I switched off his alarm clock at 5:00 am, just when it was about to start ringing. I'm planning to wake him up on my own. Even with the blankets on, his size remains a striking tent, even when it's very difficult. The image alone makes me want to swoon. I take off the ...

It was unavoidable. Every time she danced the excitement was nearly immediate. Her hands began to swaddle her body, her soft and warm skin became a bit more pliable and ready for touch. It was like magic how she was sweltering hot the music gave her a sensation of. When Matt, her friend, offered to perform a lap dance for him she was almost ready to jump at the chance. He picked the tune that was a gentle and sexually erotic tune - and she selected her favorite clothes for lingerie to date. The torso was laced and left nothing to the imagination. And it was paired with a silky skirt that was also transparent. As a final touch she let her hair fall and put on an eye-catching lipstick. Dancing is best when it's sexually erotic He was waiting in their bedroom. He was dressed with a nice shirt and pants. She was eager to take her clothes off. As the music began, she walked towards him in a slow pace taking in his gaze that swept over her body with a lusty glaze. She stretched her legs ...

I've always believed that my stepsister Hinami was a night-owl. I was unsure of what she did in the early morning hours, but I did know that she was a night owl. It all changed when I walked past her bedroom after a late night trip to the restroom. I could hear her speaking in this sweet and high-pitched voice that I'd never heard before. Why does she speak in this way? It was very jarring hearing her voice so different yet in the same way it seemed to fit her. I couldn't resist the urge to investigate. I snuck into her bedroom. The door was not fully shut. I leaned over the door and heard. She was speaking with her audience regarding her "skills" "Hi, guys! How are you all doing tonight? Hello, hello!" Who does she have to be talking to? I was able to get more. "On a scale from one to ten can you evaluate your blastjob and riding ability?" she said like she was reading from a book. "Okay. It's okay," she said with a smile. ...

Karl dropped his bag on the floor before settling on the couch. He sat on the sofa, cradling his head, and regretting drinking an extra shot of vodka that night. Jim dropped into the seat beside him and laughed with himself. "Still cannot handle your drink," he smirked. "I'd be happy when I could get up in my mattress for a moment," Karl replied. "Why do you keep having a party so far away from your house?" "More fun!" Jim's straightforward reply. The return journeys from these gruelling benders are always the most difficult part. This time, they were going through Jim's hometown on the return journey. They had stopped by the house of his sister to get recharged to prepare for the last leg of their trek. The living room opened . Karl was looking at the ceiling to see who it was. The glance changed into a glance. "Michelle Do you want to put on some of your fucking clothes Please?" Jim's sister raised an eyebrow before lo...