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By Randy Howard. Read Gone to the Dogs: Part 1 Here ***** CHAPTER THREE The burning cock throbbed in Donna’s throat as it spilled the last of Jasper’s spendings. Donna groaned beneath his weight, Jasper’s hands sliding against her hips and the swell of her ass as the boy rooted his nose through his sister’s cunt stink, lapping up as much of Maybelle’s spendings as he could reach. “Ohhhhh, shit!” Maybelle’s belly hollowed against her brother’s servicing, but his tongue

By Randy Howard. CHAPTER ONE “Shiyit, Jasper. Your ol’ cock gets any harder, gonna bust right outa your jeans!” “It doesn’t have to bust outa nothin’!” The boy grinned, rubbing his massive erection through the fabric of his bib overalls. “I’m gonna let it out, Maybelle-you want to take a good suck?” “If you suck my pussy first.” “Sure. Shuck out of those clothes.” Donna Dolan heard the two clear voices coming through the hedge that bordered the country lane

By Sheela B. From a room across the patio, Harris Thwaites watches Nari succumb to the effects of the tasteless drug which he had stirred into the hot chocolate.  Now, if she turns out to be a good subject for hypnosis as well, the Exclusive dogs will have a new mistress.  Harris has already waited too long.  The dogs are restless.  But it’s challenging to find a pretty girl with no family or friends, no one to wonder what happened

By SerialCheater Finally 3:15! Sarah thought to herself just seconds before the final bell rang for the day. Getting through a day of school was usually Sarah’s highlight. She was a pretty enough girl but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t get some of her classmates to leave her alone. She felt like everyone she’d wish liked her had some sort of problem with her, and everyone she wish would leave her alone hardly ever did. Sarah waited

By jackie_em. I wanted to be a day trader. I’d been studying the stock market and felt like I could make good money trading stocks. The problem is that you need money to make money, and I had very little money. Okay, I could do some trading with my pitiful little nest egg, but even with good trades, it would take quite a while to make enough to be able to make decent money. I am Suzanne, 24 years old,

By Moe Lester. The German shepherd gets off Aisha and retreats a pace or two, listening to his master’s conversation.  Now the teen comes over to the woman, his cock bobbing as he moves, and prods her with his foot. He shouts, “Get that fucking swimsuit off, slut.  Move it…” Gasping, Aisha hurries to obey, digging her thumbs into the wisp of bikini band and rolling the tiny thing down her legs.  She’s coated with sand as she pulls it