You May F⇨⭘k The Bride

This summary is not available. Please click here to view the post.

Reining Her In — Part 2: After Dinner

This summary is not available. Please click here to view the post.

Extending Michael’s Sexucation

After Claire and Teresa were let down by a couple of ‘boys’, they decided that they needed to teach them a lesson about sexually satisfying a woman

 Photo by Malvestida on Unsplash

The unwritten rule about corporate conferences was “What happens at Kick-off stays at Kick-off”.

(Teressa shares her story). It was only a week after the ‘Kick-off’ conference, when Michael, my failed conference pickup, came round and was leaning (or should I say leering) over my desk partition. After my little tête-à-tête (and chatte-à-chatte) with Claire, I have decided to sex-up my office attire a bit. I lean back in my chair so my new blouse with the plunging neckline pushes my very evident cleavage out to button-popping point. I flash him my sexiest smile and flick a wisp of hair away from my face.

“Hi Michael! All recovered from ‘Kick-off’? Want to catch up after Friday night drinks?”

“L..lo…ve t…o” he splutters with his eyes popping at the sight of the new me! Claire across the way smiles at me and gives me a little ‘thumbs-up’. We have something special planned for sweet innocent Michael.

The work week drags along in anticipation of Friday’s after-work drinks. At 10 to 5, I close down my computer and head to The Ladies to change into something more suitable for a Friday evening. Claire has helped me update my wardrobe with more alluring clothes. As I step into a cubicle with my bag, Claire arrives and pushes in beside me.

“Here’s to ‘Operation Mike’s Ed’!” she exclaims as she pulls me in for a deep kiss. We help each other out of our office clothes including bras and knickers. In the crush of the cubicle we embrace enjoying the tingle of naked breasts caressing.

“I am so looking forward to this”.

We help each other into skimpy thongs. Tonight will be a ‘free nipple’ night. I slip on a little black dress with deeply scooped décolletage and high hem-line, then zip on long black boots. The 5" heels ensures my arse twerks my dress as I walk.

Claire, the cheeky devil, pulls on a red lacy dress. Well the word ‘dress’ might be a slight exaggeration. The shoe-string straps barely hold up the two pieces of material that barely cover her voluptuous breasts and finally join at her navel. The lace catches on her perky nipples just keeping her breasts from falling out; her just visible red nips are cleverly disguised by the red material. Her back is completely bare with the ‘dress’ coming round her waist at butt-crack height. With barely 10" from ‘waist’ to hem and her red thong clearly visible through the lace, Claire looks fucking hot. She finishes her ensemble with red sandals atop 6" heels. There will be a lot of boners at drinks tonight.

With our office clothes stuffed in our bags, we head on out. Most of the girls have changed but Claire is the one that jerks a lot of necks straining to get an eye-full. I get a few glances too as people see the new-me flaunting my body for the first time. Most of the men’s idea of drinks-night dress is to remove their tie.

We all head across the road to the pub. Michael zeroes in and offers to get drinks. Claire is my wing-woman for the evening, or more to the point, I am Claire’s wing-woman which helps keep the number of times she get hit-on down. We both order white wine spritzers with the intent of minimizing our alcohol intake for the night — we have to keep our wits about us for what we have planned.

Michael hangs around all evening like a love-sick puppy.

By about 9 o’clock, the die-hards are settling in at the bar but there is a fair trickle of people heading home. I slip Claire a key, give her a peck on the cheek, and she heads out to door. I turn to Michael and say, “Come on, drink up Mikey, we have a date remember!”

We finally head out to hail a cab. My apartment is only 15 minutes away. I get my key out of my purse and unlock the door. Mike is such a ‘boy’; he’s not even gentleman enough to open the door for me.

As we step inside, Claire steps forward now sans sandals and thong I notice. She is quite short without heels.

“Surprise!” she exclaims, throwing her arms around Mike’s neck and giving him a big sloppy kiss.

Michael is dumb-struck, his jaw drops open and his eyes are popping out of his head.

“Well after your pretty feeble performance at ‘Kick-off’, we thought we would spice things up for you. You obviously have some things to learn about satisfying a woman, so I’ve brought my fuck-buddy Claire along to help in your sexucation!” I explain to him.

Mike stumbles along like a stunned mullet as Claire and I grope him and drag him into the bedroom. We have his shirt off by the time we push him onto the bed. I pull his shoes and socks off whilst Claire unzips his trousers and we pull them down together. There’s no sexiness about Mike’s vest and ‘grandpa’ boxers, but they soon join his other clothes.

“Wh.. wh.. what are you doing?” he stutters.

“Just getting you ready for your first lesson” I explain.

With shrugs, Claire and I slip our dresses off and my thong quickly follows. We push his legs apart and straddle one leg each rubbing our pussies for some initial stimulation. We both lean forward and caress his balls and rising erection.

Michael, eyes bulging, looks confused with his eyes darting from breasts to faces. “So you two are….. you know?” he blubbers.

“Well not exactly” replies Claire. “After you and Ben left us totally unsatisfied that night at Kick-off, we sort of found ourselves in my room and ended up finishing what you two couldn’t” Claire explains.

“So that’s why we’ve got you here” I chimed in, “to teach you some home truths about how to really satisfy a woman”.

“You might have heard about operas” retorted Claire, “the shows not over till the fat lady sings. Although perhaps you haven’t, you don’t seem to be the sort of guy that would take a lady to the opera. Let me put it another way. Sex isn’t over till your lady has orgasmed at least once, or you’re so bad that she boots you out.”

I add, “It’s very simple really, just three little words, ‘She Comes First!’”

“Good sex is so much more than you getting a hard-on” I explain as I worm my way up his body till my wet pussy is just an inch or two from his cock that is thickening in my grasp. “It’s more than shoving this up a cunt”, as I twist his cock down to rub his glans across my moist lips, “and unloading your cum”.

Claire climbs off his leg and over his chest till her vulva hovers over his face. “A guy’s centre of sexual pleasure might be his cock, but a woman’s pleasure centre is NOT her cunt, but up here, at her clitoris”. She spreads her labia and then her clitoral hood to expose her pearl to show him. “Here, put you tongue on it to feel it”, she says lowering her sex onto his mouth.

“Come on, be a man, don’t be a pussy. Eat me, more tongue, more lips, but NO teeth. Think of French Kissing me! That’s it. Now you’re getting the hang of it”. Claire is squirming and twisting riding Mike’s face for every ounce of pleasure she can get out of him.

Meanwhile, I have slid across his hips rubbing my vulva and clit especially along the back of his cock. Claire and I both lean forward to kiss and fondle each other’s breasts. Mike is aware of something going on though with his face covered he can’t see anything. But his own arousal is rising as he wriggles under the weight of me trying to gain access. I slide back down off him and say “Now, now. Not so fast. We will take you to the edge a couple of times and then back off so that you don’t come before we do. You understand?”

A muffled grunt emanates from under Claire. The vibration on her clit sends a shudder through her body and she proceeds to work her whole vulva harder across his face. “Now lick and suck the opening of my vag. Work your tongue in there if you can,” she directs. “Good boy. Now you’re learning!”.

I return to my own clit stimulation rubbing along the back of his cock. As I pause, I think I can feel the throb of his big veins. My natural lubricant is flowing and I am slipping and sliding. I have to be careful not to let him slip into my pussy. My clit feels like it is swelling and my outer labia are too and seem to be wrapped half way around his shaft so that I can feel the extra sensation of my inner labia and vaginal opening sliding along his length. My arousal is rising, the Big O is not far off.

Mike’s lesson has been going for 15 or 20 minutes. Claire’s gyrations have been intensifying when she lets out a sort of moan and grunt, then lifting her body off Mike’s face, lets a gush of squirt cascade over his face and into his mouth.

With a cough and a splutter, Mike calls out “What the fuck was that?”

“That my dear boy is an orgasmic squirt. Not all woman do, but THAT is how you know when I have cum!” explains Claire.

With all of the excitement, my own orgasm hits with my whole body shaking (I’m not a squirter). “Now my dear boy, now that WE have cum, you are allowed to cum!”

With that I slide my vulva all the way up to the tip of his glans sitting at the entrance to my love tunnel. With his glans caught in my vaginal entrance, I am ‘locked and loaded’. I lift a little pulling him into an uptight position then quickly and easily slide straight down onto his length and proceed to fuck him mercilessly.

In no time I feel his cock twitching and I know he can’t be far from coming. This triggers my own deep vaginal orgasm as my Kegal muscles clamp around his thickness, pulling him in as far as they can, then finally sucking his load of spunk and holding him in for what seems like eternity, well at least 20–30 seconds.

Breathless, Claire and I flop into each other’s arms. Mike, similarly exhausted, flops out of me, then we all collapse back onto the bed.

“Well, not bad for your first lesson Mike,” states Claire.

“Wow, I see what you mean about you coming first,” replies Mike.

“Well, since there’s no work tomorrow we can continue with lesson two later tonight. How do you like your eggs for breakfast?” I continue. "Wet and sloppy I hope, but definitely NOT fertilized!"

“Can we catch up again next Friday?” asks Mike.

“Sorry mate,” explains Claire. “We have some lessons booked for Ben”.

xxxxXXXxxxx

This story was originally published by the author at "https://medium.com/tantalizing-tales/extending-michaels-sexucation-a12534bd2f2c" on Mar.20 2023, in the Medium Publication "Tantalizing Tales".

Join Medium with my referral link — Sir Thomas

Read every story from Sir Thomas (and thousands of other writers on Medium). Your membership fee directly supports Sir…

medium.com

Summer Holiday pt.7 - Home Again, Home Again

In part 20 of the story of the Lifestyle Circle on a summer holiday (pt.7), the long weekend holiday comes to a close and it's time to go home and collect the children.

----xxxXxxx----

"To market, to market, to buy a fat pic.
Home again, home again, jiggity jig" 

Olde English nursery rhyme, initially published 1611

Pat and Trevor had set up their own bed on the floor on the other side of the room. After the fun and games of dinner the night before, everyone just flopped on the nearest bed to sleep. Fanny woke to find herself in between Tim and Jack, with two hard 'morning woods' probing her thighs. She glanced over to the other bed and saw that Tess and Emily had one Dick between them. She smiled to herself and gave her hips a little wriggle as she felt the wetness quickly building in her.

"Morning Fanny" said Dick and Jack, each reaching an arm around her, squeezing a breast each and pressing their warm bodies in closer. "It's sort of sad that we're going home today and the weekend's over. So you two had better give me a really good fucking for me to remember this weekend by". She flung an arm around Jack and kissed him very passionately, whilst lifting a leg over him to rub her labia over his cock.

Tim pushed her from behind, rolling her on top of Jack. She took immediate advantage of the change of position to work her aching cunt onto Jack.

Tim moved to the top of the bed, saying "How about we have 'spit roast' for breakfast", offering his own erection to Fanny's mouth, which she immediately devoured with relish.  Tim and Jack soon got into the swing with Fanny rocking back and forth being alternately impaled by a cock from both ends.

Fanny glanced to her left and saw Tess and Emily straddling Dick, with their cunts being plundered by his cock and tongue.

"Switch!" called Tim, and Jack and Tim withdrew, swung Fanny around on the bed and resumed the spit roast reversed. Fanny felt her 1st orgasm building. She had to release Jack from her mouth as she groaned and her body changed from its rocking spit-roast action, to shaking convulsions of orgasm. As her orgasm subsided, Jack called "Switch!" and the men twirled Fanny around again and Jack plunged in again to enjoy another orgasm that flooded though her.

The two men raised their hands and 'high-fived' each other. "DP?" asked Tim. He withdrew from Fanny's mouth and came around to help roll Jack on his back, and rotating Fanny on Jack's cock, remaining coupled, into a 'reverse-cow-girl' position. Tim moved between Fanny and Jack's legs.

Fanny lay back on Jack's chest exposing her pussy, still impaled by Jack, for full access by Tim.  "Oh yeh! Come on! Fill me up, both of you. Oh God, yes. I need to feel totally filled. Come on, Give it to me!". Tim reached around for the tube of lube and applied a liberal amount to himself, Fanny and Tim's still impaled cock. Spreading her labia, he took his cock in hand and worked his glans between her labia then pressing against Jack's cock, worked his way into her now very tight pussy. Having achieved full penetration, the two men took up a synchronous fucking action. "Oh my God!". "Fuck yes". "More, more. Give it to me!". "Oh yes, I'm coming". There was general "Oooing" and "Arghing" from all directions.

Fanny looked to the other bed again and saw that Dick was bucking and thrusting under Emily and Tess. The girls seemed to be shuddering with their own orgasms, shouting in ecstasy.

Fanny's own orgasm built up and up till she exploded with her whole body convulsing. Tim and Jack held onto the bed tightly so they could retain their penetration to enjoy the throbbing, pulsing convulsion of Fanny's fanny till she had drained their cum.

Jack felt Tim's cock starting to twitch next to his and couldn't hold back his own orgasm building up. With a couple more synchronous thrusts, they came together, filling Fanny with a super-duper sloppy double cream-pie.

The shouting slowed and was replaced by "Wow!" and "Oh my God, that was awesome!". Bodies uncoupled and flopped flat on the beds.

It was Tess that finally spoke up. "Wow! In all our time together as a fuck-buddies group, I can't remember us ever having had such an awesome 'cuming together'."

"A perfect way to finish our holiday weekend!" responded Fanny.

"A sextet you might say" laughed Jack.

"Here, here!" echoed around the room, including Trev and Pat, who had been enjoying their own thing in the other corner.

It was more than half an hour before there was a general move to get up, to toilet and wash. Some brunch was prepared and coffee brewed, and the group moved out to the veranda to eat.

After their meal, the girls wanted to wash. Fortunately, the Saturday night storm had replenished the water tank supply, so there was sufficient for a bucket wash each. Tim, spoke up with "Hey girls, I found a shower bag. Do you want to try this?".

"What is that?" asked Pat.

"Here, I'll show you" said Tim, as he filled the bag with water and hung it from the pole in the yard that no-one seemed to know what it was for. He turned the little tap on the bag and a light shower flowed.

"Wow. Why didn't we have this on Friday night?" shouted Tess. Fanny was first to hop under, but the cold slow flow was only just enough for a basic body wash. Tess managed a wash too before the bag had to be refilled. Pat and Emily followed. "God, I can't wait for a hot shower and to wash my hair properly when I get home" stated Fanny firmly.

The guys satisfied themselves with a quick sponge wash.

Fed and clean, they dressed in civies, ready for the drive home. They packed their bags and  loaded the cars and bid the holiday house farewell.

They stopped off in the little beach-side town when they saw a farmers' market. They noticed a fish-monger, so stocked up on fish, fruit and vegetables (but no fat pig) for their meals that night.

And so they finally made their way home again, home again, jiggity jig.

Pulling up at Tess and Tim's house, they moved their personal gear into their individual cars. Pat had come with Emily and Jack, but she leaned into Trevor and said "Would you like to take me home? Oh, and how do you like your eggs for breakfast?".

"Love to. And over-easy if you don't mind!" replied Trev. "But can we go to my house first? I need to get my work clothes for tomorrow". Pat excused herself to Emily, and climbed into Trevor's car and they drove off.

Fanny and Dick went home to their own hot showers.

Tess and Tim, and Emily and Jack drove to school, where they met the bus just as it arrived from the camp. All the children were full of excitement and couldn't stop telling stories of camp all through dinner. But they were tired, so after bath time they were sent to bed, and both couples finally got to have their own hot showers together as couples, then a beautiful evening of love-making in their god-given birthday suits!

Click a badge to read other posts in the associated meme.
Remember to support writers with a 'like' or comment.

Summer Holiday pt.6 - Never on Sunday

In part 6 of the Lifestyle Circle's summer holiday, after Saturday night's Couples Night, the question hangs in the air, "What will Sunday bring?".

----xxxXxxx----

Emily slowly crosses the thresh-hold from deep sleep to that half awake world of REM sleep. Jack's body is tight in behind her, sharing their warmth. In her half dream state, fragments of memories of the past two days come back. The warm spooning fucking of Friday night. Of waking Saturday morning with the guys going out, then the girls comforting Fanny then joining together in a fabulous orgy of pleasuring each other. Then the guys returning with oysters, of their oysters and champagne breakfast, then more joyous fucking with them, of oystergasms. Saturday afternoon on the beach was lovely and warm and relaxing. Then there was that wonderful bathing in the pool of spring water, of soaping each other up, of dancing with joy, then cleansed and refreshed by the rain. Saturday finished with the gentle loving of their couples night.

But as she became more wakeful, there was no morning glory of wet desire. Her private parts weren't sore as such, but for the moment, she was fucked out. The words of that film title drifted across her consciousness, "Never on Sunday". She drifted off into deeper sleep again, totally relaxed in the warmth of Jack's body.

Emily's feeling must have been common through the group, since the sun was well up before there was some general stirring. No-one was jumping up, there was no sound of sexual activity.

Eventually Emily climbed off the bed, and due to the  coolness of the morning after the heat of the day before, she reached into her bag and slipped on a long thin tee shirt that doubled as a skirt, not bothering with underwear, and slipped off to the bathroom.

When she came back, others were up sitting on the edge of bed, stretching and yawning. Seeing Emily dressed, the others, feeling the freshness of the day, decided to follow suit.

Perhaps it was nudity that was Never on Sunday!

The guys, perhaps due to aching arms and legs from their board riding, were last to arise. The girls sliced fruit for breakfast, with orange juice, and coffee was put on to percolate. Perhaps, champagne was 'Never on Sunday' either - well at least in the morning.

The girls took their breakfast out to sit on the east-side veranda, taking in some warming sun-shine. They smiled as they saw the guys slip out, one by one, dressed just in shorts, to go out back and 'water the lemon tree'. They eventually joined the girls with mugs of coffee. Emily suspected that there were some hang-overs as well.

The guys were talking of going surfing again, but none of the girls were interested in the beach today. The light northerly breeze was rolling some waves down the length of the cove - should be perfect for surfing. Tess piped in, "Would you mind building a good fire in the pit before you go. I want to do some baking this afternoon and I'll make a stew for dinner. So I'll need a good supply of solid wood to get a good bed of embers". The guys raced out back to the wood heap - the sooner this chore was done, the sooner they could hit the beach.

As the guys collected their surfboards, Trevor excused himself with "I'm not surfing today. Pat and I are going for a bit of a hike to explore the sand dunes".

"Likely story" thought Dick to himself. The guys took towels and bottles of water, skipping lunch, and headed off. The others snacked on some sandwiches before their afternoon plans. Pat and Trevor with a blanket and water bottle, headed off into the sand dunes. Emily wasn't in to cooking, so took a book out onto the veranda.

Tess and Fanny scrounged through the cupboards and found a couple of cast iron 'camp ovens' - heavy pots that can sit in the middle of the fire pit. One would be perfect for the stew. The other pot gave Tess the idea of making a loaf of damper bread. Fanny found some individual pie flans which would be good for dessert pies.

They found a bag of flour, salt and oil. They divided up the ingredients and Tess mixed up some dough and proceeded to knead the dough for the bread. Fanny made up a different dough for pie crusts, which was then divided, half to top the stew and half for her dessert pie flans.

With the bread dough set aside to rise, they worked the pastry dough and put it aside. It was now time to turn to the stew. Tess lightly braised the steaks and sausages recovered from the rain-soaking from the day before. Once browned, she cubed the meat. 

Fanny started preparing the vegetables, peeling and cubing potatoes and onions. Carrots were scraped and diced and placed in the seasoned broth in the pot. She reached into the bag for the last carrot, and on pulling it out, gasped, "Wow! Look at this. Who do you think this reminds you of, Tim or Dick?". Fanny took her paring knife and proceeded to very carefully carve the end of the carrot into a penile glans shape. "Definitely your Dick" replied Tess. "No, I think it looks more like Tim". Fanny lifted the carrot cock to her lips and with some slow licking, pronounced "Yep, definitely Tim".

"Well I think this requires some in-depth investigation" came back Tess, taking the carrot from Fanny. She lifted her top and rubbed its glans across her slit. She drizzled some saliva over it and gently worked it into her cunt. "Well the tip is definitely your Dick, but the shaft is definitely thicker like my Tim. And I've fucked his more than you so I would know!".

"Are you saying my Dick's cock is thin?" came back Fanny. "Here, Let me try it too!" she continued, taking the now slick vegan dildo from Tess and applying it to her own cunt. "Fuck, I think your right!" she exclaimed.

"You really are a wicked woman" said Tess, taking the carrot back, thinking twice about washing it. "This will be OK once it's cooked" she continued as she placed it across the pastry topping the stew. "I think our natural 'seasoning' should add something to the flavour!".

"There's still something missing" came back Fanny. She rummaged round in the vegetable box and pulled out two small onions, which she peeled and placed appropriately at the root of the carrot. "What do you think? Jack's jigglers?".

"This should be a fun dinner," said Tess, planting a sloppy kiss on Fanny, who placed her hand around Tess's neck and pulled her in for some deep tongue work.

Fanny pulled away, saying with a smile, "But we have some desserts to make first". She proceeded to roll out the pastry and lined the eight small pie flans. From the fruit basket, she retrieved four large peaches. Slicing them in halves and removing their stones, she said to Tess, "I have something very special in mind".

Using her paring knife, she carefully carved the peach halves with an even more realistic slit. Finding some glazed cherries in the cupboard, she placed a plump red cherry in the hood at the top of each slit. She topped them with a sprinkle of sugar and cinnamon spice mix.

It was afternoon time, so they made coffees and took them out on the veranda to join Emily. Emily hadn't heard the goings on in the kitchen, being absorbed in her book, 'Lady Chatterly's Lover'. "Did you know this isn't entirely a dirty sexy book. It's really about the Victorian taboo of class boundaries. I feel sorry for Lady Chatterly, who is looked down on because she fell in love with the working class gardener".

Meanwhile, out in the sand-dunes. Pat and Trevor had found a secluded little love nest. The grassy dunes sheltered them from the cool sea breeze, providing privacy and a soft bed for their blanket. Their shirt and shorts of the morning had been discarded and they spent the afternoon in wonderful, gentle, passionate love-making.

With coffee finished, Tess and Fanny stoked up the fire-pit and set the two pots, damper and stew, atop to slow cook for several hours.

The breeze had swung round a little and warmed up, so Tess and Fanny stripped off, set out towels on the banana lounges and with glasses of champagne in hand, settled down for the rest of the afternoon. They were in part shade, but with the warm breeze, they felt sun-screen and c-strings were unnecessary. With legs spread, the warmth on their privates was wonderful; not cunt wateringly arousing, but relaxing like early stage fore-play.

It was almost 5pm when Pat and Trevor wandered back, and soon after, the surfers walked up the hill. "That fresh water pool from yesterday was perfect to rinse off in after the salty surf. Great idea Pat" said Dick.

With beer, cheese and biscuits, they stripped and joined the girls on the veranda for some pre-dinner nibbles.

About 6:30, Tess jumped up saying, "I think the damper and stew will be well and truly ready now. Come and help me carry these pots inside Tim". The damper loaf was turned out to cool. Jack soon proceeded to cut it into steaming hot slices and slabs of butter were set on plates beside it.

With everyone sitting round the table, Tess reached over and lifted the lid off the stew pot. The phallic carrot and testicular onions stood proud on the top of the crust. "Oh my God. What is that?", "What have you two been up to?", "Is that supposed to be Tim or Dick's dick" were some of the comments from around the circle of friends.

"That's our little secret" said Tess as she proceeded to carefully slice the crust open, careful not to cut the phallus, and served out stew to everybody's plates. "I think we girls might eat that after it has cooled down. What do you say girls?".

With stew finished and a couple of beers down, Fanny announced "Anyone for dessert". Bringing her tray of pie flans from the oven, she laid them on the table and declared, "My pièce de résistance! 'Peach Vulva' with a red hot cherry and topped with Brazilian crumble".

'Peach Vulva with Cream Pie'

"Wow! Is that modeled on your own?" said Dick. "No! Fanny has bigger flaps and Emily's is an 'innie' so it must be Tess" chimed in Jack. "Whatever! It looks yummy to me" came back Tim.

"Just one thing missing" declared Fanny. "A good peach vulva wouldn't be complete without a 'cream pie'" she said, producing an aerosol can of cream and proceeded to give everyone's serve a serve! There was laughter, chortling and back slapping around the table.

Dick picked his pie up in his hand, saying "There's nothing better than licking a big cream-pie out of a luscious peach vulva", as he plunged his face into his pie, licking and eating. The others were more civilized, using their dessert spoons and forks.

Dick proceeded to give Fanny a big creamy kiss. Laughter spread around the table. Someone picked up the can of cream and squirted some girl's tits and licked them. Someone else poured some champagne over another for some slurping.

In no time, all eight bodies were rolling round the beds, laughing and giggling, slapping and tickling, licking and sucking. There were smears of cream and champagne everywhere.

Dick had a sudden idea. He returned to the dining table and grabbed the still warm carrot phallus and proceeded to bring Fanny to a laughing, screaming orgasm with the vegan dildo.

"Never on Sunday" did someone say? Not in this circle of friends.

(to be continued, Home Again, Home Again!).

Click a badge to read other posts in the associated meme.

Remember to support writers with a 'like' or comment.