classicretropornave.html He forgot the flight.
classicretropornot.html He was in some horrible accident somewhere.
classicretropornole.html He was picking up flowers at the last minute.
classicretropornsen.html Well, wherever he was, he wasn't here.
classicretropornast.html I sighed deeply and slowly trudged to the baggage claim, my eyes still scanning the near- empty, late-night airport for him.
classicretropornoave.html Nothing.
classicretropornoot.html I gritted my teeth as I passed a couple, passionately intertwined, obliviously groping each other by a water fountain.
classicretropornoole.html Disgusting.
classicretropornosen.html There should be rules against that sort of thing.
classicretropornoast.html That should be ME! Then as I rounded them I caught a glimpse of the man's face and realized with a start that it was my former seat-mate from the plane.
freeretroave.html I couldn't help but smirk and chuckle to myself as I thought what a treat his girlfriend would receive later.
freeretroot.html At the baggage claim I picked up my two bags and chose a lonely marble post to rest at.
freeretroole.html I dropped my bags against it and negligently sat on them, chin in my hands, and continued to search through the dwindling crowd.
freeretrosen.html Hoping, but not expecting, the next face to come into view to be his.
freeretroast.html And then, suddenly, it was.
freeretroeroticaave.html Unmistakably.
freeretroeroticaot.html And the look of him almost stopped my heart.
freeretroeroticaole.html I knew that anxious look intimately, as I had had it plastered on my own face for several minutes now.
freeretroeroticasen.html He darted through the crowd at the baggage claim, head whipping around, eyes darting furtively.
freeretroeroticaast.html For me.
freeretrohardcoreave.html He was looking for me.
freeretrohardcoreot.html He'd missed me.
freeretrohardcoreole.html Of course.
freeretrohardcoresen.html I drank in the sight of him before he saw me.
freeretrohardcoreast.html I always forget how tall he is, but he towers over the people around him.
freeretroimagesave.html Somehow he looked even larger in his starched, pristine white Navy uniform, and my pulsed raced at the sight of him in it.
freeretroimagesot.html Whoever popularized the phrase I love a man in uniform! was not kidding.
freeretroimagesole.html Perhaps it was an implied authority, or just the rugged manliness of it.
freeretroimagessen.html But I got almost as excited seeing him in it as I did seeing him out of it.
freeretroimagesast.html I caressed his broad shoulders, powerful chest, strong arms, thick waist, and long legs with my eyes.
freeretrophotoave.html He was a hulking brute, I thought.
freeretrophotoot.html But he was MY brute.
freeretrophotoole.html As I rose stiffly from my makeshift couch, at that moment he looked my way, and caught my eyes.
freeretrophotosen.html Wordlessly we approached each other, silently we met, desperately we fell into each other' s arms.
freeretrophotoast.html No kissing, no groping, just a long, crushing, fulfilling hug.
freeretrophotosave.html I buried my face against his chest, he nuzzled my hair, and life was good again.
freeretrophotosot.html When we finally pulled away, we experienced a moment of awkwardness.
freeretrophotosole.html We exchanged the how-was-your-flight, thanks-it-was-fine pleasantries, while he picked up the heavier of my two bags, and I took the other.
freeretrophotossen.html We shuffled quietly out of the terminal and into the parking garage, saying nothing more until we entered the elevator on the ground floor.
freeretrophotosast.html Once inside, though, my composure cracked.
freeretropicsave.html I dropped my bag, pulled him towards me, and whispered, Kiss me, Brian, I've missed you so much.
freeretropicssen.html Without preamble, he gathered me into his arms and kissed me hard, his tongue immediately delving into my mouth, claiming me.
freeretropicsast.html His arms held me close, and I pressed myself closer, until I could feel an unyielding hardness against my belly button.
freeretropicturesave.html It thrilled me to know I did this to him, inspired this excitement in him by my mere presence.
freeretropicturesot.html I ground my hips against him, and he pressed closer, a moan escaping his throat.
freeretropicturesole.html We would have torn at each other then and there but for the loud DING of the elevator as it came to a halt and the doors slid open.
freeretropicturessen.html Mercifully, there was noone waiting just outside to witness our discomposure.
freeretropicturesast.html We separated reluctantly, took up the bags, and trundled to his car.
freeretropornave.html We talked casually in the car about little stuff, stuff so little it's not even worth recalling.
freeretropornot.html During the ride to the motel, though, I derived great pleasure from teasing him with my touch.
freeretropornole.html His car was a manual, so his hands were primarily occupied with the mechanics of driving.
freeretropornsen.html But I had no such restrictions.
freeretropornast.html I ran my fingers lovingly through his hair, I rubbed the back of his neck, then slid my hand down his arm.
freeretropornographyave.html I squeezed his hand between shifting gears and then rested my hand on his thigh.
freeretropornographyot.html Occasionally, the car would hit a bump and my hand would 'accidentally' slip down farther on his thigh, resting lightly on the inner surface.
freeretropornographyole.html Another jolt, and my hand moved inwards, until my pinky just touched the cloth-clad hardness camped between his legs.
freeretropornographysen.html So innocent, so unintended.
freeretropornographyast.html His light chatter drifted off into silence, and we both stared out the front window, he watching the traffic, I watching the passing scenery.
freeretropornoave.html But through the pretense I knew he was wondering how far I would go with that left hand of mine.
freeretropornoot.html So far my touching had been intentionless.
freeretropornoole.html We stopped at a light, and started again.
freeretropornosen.html As he shifted from gear to gear, I could feel the shifting of his muscles through my hand on his inner thigh.
freeretropornoast.html His strength excited me, and elicited delicious of his strength applied to a more purpose.
freeretropornave.html My thoughts surreptitious- ly directed my actions, and by the time he had shifted into overdrive, I had moved my hand to cradle his erection, not overly large but just as strong as the rest of him.
freeretropornot.html I squeezed him firmly.
freeretropornole.html His body tensed and I heard the breath hiss out of him.
freeretropornsen.html He said nothing as I squeezed him again, then scratched my nails lightly over the fabric.
freeretropornast.html I slowly teased him, taunted him, and me.
freeretrosexave.html The promise of ecstasy under fabric was more than I could bear.
freeretrosexot.html I hummed softly as I deftly fingered the tab of his zipper, and slowly pulled it down.
freeretrosexole.html I reached inside his fly and stroked his cock through one less layer of clothing, his briefs all that were separating the heat of his skin from my eager hand.
freeretrosexsen.html Brian had always lamented the design of men's briefs, particularly the annoying overlapped opening in the front.
freeretrosexast.html What's the point of trying to thread your penis this way and that way to get it out, when you can just pull the waistband down under it.
retroadultave.html Normally, he had a point.
retroadultot.html Right now, I blessed that silly flap as my hand sank down into his underwear and closed around his shaft, pressed up against his belly.
retroadultole.html I looked up to peer at his reaction, and was rewarded.
retroadultsen.html His eyes bored straight ahead, intent on his driving, but his jaw was clenched, and his nostrils flared with his accelerated breathing.
retroadultast.html His knuckles on the steering wheel were white with tension.
retroamateurave.html My heart thudded with excitement as I stroked his cock, the satin feel of it making me almost dizzy with desire, which I voiced.
retroamateurot.html He was referring to the fact that he had to return to his classroom and study for his exam the next day, which is something I had understood and agreed to before I even bought the plane ticket.
retroamateurole.html But that didn't mean I had to like it.
retroamateursen.html And I was going to make damn sure he didn't either! I squeezed his cock again and slowly ran the soft part of my thumb over his slit, pressing it downward and rubbing it slowly.
retroamateurast.html I could feel the precum slick the skin of my thumb, and my heat escalated a notch.
retroave.html So.
retroot.html I said, in my best 1-900 voice.
retroole.html The huskiness of it was so deep it surprised even me a little.
retrosen.html Brian didn't even look at me, just gnashed his teeth and clutched the wheel desperately.
retroast.html The car was speeding so fast I wondered if he had the accelerator all the way to the floor.
retroeroticaave.html He finally worked up a reply, So.
retroeroticasen.html goddammit don't TEASE me like this!! he blurted.
retroeroticaast.html Ahha.
retrofuckingave.html So now had the control.
retrofuckingot.html I remembered a similar circumstance in the distant but recently-remembered (heh) when the roles had been reversed.
retrofuckingole.html Again I felt a thrill of power.
retrofuckingsen.html I was about to say something else when, with a grunt, Brian braked heavily and turned abruptly, and with more than a little burnt rubber streaked on it, left the street.
retrofuckingast.html I looked up to see we had arrived at the parking lot of the motel.
retrohardcorepornave.html As Brian parked, I removed my hand from his fly, with excruciating reluctance.
retrohardcorepornot.html He stared at me silently with eyes of fire as he brusquely zipped himself up, then unbuckled his seatbelt and made as if to get out.
retrohardcorepornole.html Instead he lunged across the gear shift, pinned me to the side of the car, and ravaged my mouth.
retrohardcorepornsen.html His hands slipped up my sides and roughly fondled my breasts through my shirt for several long moments while he kissed me.
retrohardcorepornast.html I was in heaven.
retroimagesave.html Part of the pleasure of gaining control over him has always been the part when he gets back at me.
retroimagesot.html Just thinking of how he would pay me back later left my oozing.
retroimagesole.html Finally, he left me, panting and grinning (both of us!), while he checked in at the front desk of the motel.
retroimagessen.html As I watched him walk away from the car, I admired his ass (not a butt - it takes a special kind of butt to be an ASS), and it occurred to me that he was parading boldly up to the reception desk with a raging hard-on, and I grinned again.
retroimagesast.html Another thing I loved about Brian was that he was never ashamed for people to notice that he was turned on.
retromatureave.html While I waited I also dropped a hand between my legs to gently stroke my damp mound underneath my shorts.
retromatureot.html I longed to drop them and help myself to several orgasms right then and there.
retromatureole.html Or better yet, jump Brian as soon as he came back to the car, but I decided to prolong the agony until later.
retromaturesen.html When I came, I decided, it would be with his cock inside of me.
retromatureast.html There was no better way.
retronudephotosave.html To the reader You're probably wondering by now, after these several pages of buildup, where the is!! My thoughts exactly.
retronudephotosot.html To this point, I had only had tastes of what was to come.
retronudephotosole.html The lovely orgasm on the plane, and the constant cock-teasing on the way from the airport, had me primed so much for , so much for a good, hard fuck, that my -fogged brain was struggling all the way from the parking lot to our room to form a reconciliation between my raging need which threatened to burn me up from the inside-out, and the necessity of waiting until Brian could return to me at the motel later.
retronudephotossen.html Brian set my luggage down on the doorstep to our room and opened the door with our room key, then set my stuff just inside the door.
retronudephotosast.html Before I could move to enter the room myself, however, he put one arm around me, stooped, and swept me off my feet.
retronudesave.html I stuttered speachlessly, and he quieted me with a quick, soft kiss.
retronudesot.html I know it's not our honeymoon, but it might as well be, he said.
retronudesole.html That was it for me.
retronudessen.html I didn't know whether to come or cry.
retronudesast.html What I did do was allow Brian to ease me through the door and set me gently down, then I reached both arms around him and pushed the door shut with a slam, effectively caging him against the door.
retropussyave.html Then I dove for his neck, my lips and tongue making a bee-line for his hot spot at the base of his throat.
retropussyot.html I sucked and tongued it madly while my hands rapidly undid the belt at his waist.
retropussyole.html Before he could object I shoved his pants and briefs out of the way, and hauled his stiff prick out into the open.
retropussysen.html It looked thick and purple-red and absolutely gorgeous between our bodies like that, and I wanted nothing more than to just stuff it into my aching cunt and ride him until I died of pleasure.
retropussyast.html Sadly, that was not to be.
retrosexave.html Even then Brian had just started to recover his wits enough to try to stop me, unintelligibly mumbling something about having to get back to the classroom.
retrosexot.html I slapped one hand over his mouth with one hand, and stroked his straining cock with the other, as I efficiently explained the situation Brian, now I can't possibly be so cruel as to send you back to study with THIS, at which point I tugged gently on his shaft, distracting you the whole time.
retrosexole.html You'd never get anything done, and you'd fail your test tomorrow.
retrosexsen.html I removed my hand from his mouth and sank down to my knees, so that I was eye level with his glorious cock.
retrosexast.html Besides, I said to it, my breath caressing it hotly, this will only take a minute.
retrowomenave.html Indeed, I fully expected him to shoot about as fast as a Navy ballistic missile.
retrowomenot.html After all, it had been three months of waiting, and several, several minutes of teasing.
retrowomenole.html Finally, my case pled, I closed my lips over his cockhead and sucked.
retrowomensen.html The moment my mouth encompassed the head of his prick, Brian's objections stopped, and he began moaning.
retrowomenast.html Obviously, he had seen the wisdom of my irrefutable arguments.
vintageamateurave.html His hands found my hair, and wound themselves through the silky curls, using it to pull my head further into his groin.
vintageamateurot.html For my part, I dispensed with the finesse I usually exhibit when fellating him.
vintageamateurole.html My purpose this time was simply to suck him off as quickly as possible.
vintageamateursen.html Without preamble I swallowed the entire length of his shaft, lodging his knob firmly into the back of my throat, and turned on the suction full throttle.
vintageamateurast.html My cheeks caved in, and my tongue plastered itself to the underside of his cock, rubbing up and down.
vintageamateursave.html Brian went wild, and with his hands still in my hair, began thrusting his hips against me, his cock into my mouth rapidly.
vintageamateursot.html Reader, I would love to draw this out, long and hot, in apology for taking so long to get here.
vintageamateursole.html But I wasn't kidding about the ballistic missile gag (no pun intended).
vintageamateurssen.html Within minutes, Brian was shooting three months worth of stored cum down my throat, and I was diligently swallowing every bit of it as if they hadn't fed me on the plane.
vintageamateursast.html By then his cock was jammed so far back into my throat I literally didn't taste a thing.
earlypornographyave.html Dang.
earlypornographyot.html While he was busy filling my gullet with his hot sperm, I looked up to watch him.
earlypornographyole.html This was, absolutely, the best reward I could have under the circumstances.
earlypornographysen.html Whenever I'm not cumming myself, I love to watch him.
earlypornographyast.html To me, the pleasure reflected in his face is one of the most beautiful things in the world.
earliestpornographyave.html He didn't make a sound.
earliestpornographyot.html He never does when he orgasms.
earliestpornographyole.html He held his breath and squeezed his eyes tightly shut, and while his face turned bright red, he tossed his head back and forth from side to side.
earliestpornographysen.html He looked for all the world like a baby being born.
earliestpornographyast.html It would have been a tossup as to what side of me it truly appealed to, the lover in me or the mother in me.
earlypornphotosave.html No matter.
earlypornphotosot.html When he was finally done, I gently released him from my mouth.
earlypornphotosole.html Brian finally allowed himself to exhale explosively, his body shuddering one last time, and his head fell back to bump with a soft thud against the door at his back.
earlypornphotossen.html His death grip on my hair loosened, and he stroked my head with infinite gentleness and gratitude while I licked his shrinking penis clean with loving strokes.
earlypornphotosast.html I then carefully replaced it into his briefs as if I were laying a baby to rest, which I was.
earliestpornphotosave.html I knew it would wake up later to be fed again.
earliestpornphotosot.html With a nurturing touch I tucked him in and smoothed his briefs over him.
earliestpornphotosole.html Finally, I stood.
earliestpornphotossen.html When I stood fully erect, I looked up to meet his gaze.
earliestpornphotosast.html The love that I saw there was heart-stopping.
earlypornimagesave.html My heart did not stop, but my love for this man was so overpowering it brought tears to my eyes.
earlypornimagesot.html A salty droplet streaked down my cheek.
earlypornimagesole.html Brian kissed my forehead and pulled me to him in a tender embrace, and we held each other that way for a long moment.
earlypornimagessen.html Finally, I stepped away from him, and assisted in replacing his Navy issue trousers to their regulation spiffiness.
earlypornimagesast.html I had so conscientiously swallowed his cum that not a drop marred their pristine whiteness.
earliestpornimagesave.html The only blemish in his otherwise immaculate uniform was a damp spot, located approximately over his heart, where some of my tears had soaked into his shirt.
earliestpornimagesot.html He noticed my scrutiny, then the spot, and smiled back at me.
earliestpornimagesole.html He kissed me one last time, promised to be back in a few hours, and eased out the door, closing it quietly behind him.
earliestpornimagessen.html From the time he had carried me into the motel room, to when he shut the door behind him, less than ten minutes had passed.
earliestpornimagesast.html And already I looked forward bleakly to the next few hours, and eagerly to his return.
earlypornpicsave.html My frustrated still throbbed with denied need, but the orgasm score was now tied.
earlypornpicsot.html I had given us both a taste of what was to cum.
earlypornpicsole.html And I was hungry for more! Wiping his hands on the dish towel, he turned to watch her as she stretched to put a glass on a high shelf.
earlypornpicssen.html The sleekness of her body had always excited him.
earlypornpicsast.html But as they'd spent more time together, something more had developed, a tug at his heart when he looked at her, that he had not expected.
earliestpornpicsave.html He reached for another plate to dry, and thought of how they made love.
earliestpornpicsot.html The first time, he'd wanted her so badly he could hardly resist handling her roughly.
earliestpornpicsole.html The memory of her unexpectedly joyful response made him smile.
earliestpornpicssen.html They wanted the same thing.
earliestpornpicsast.html A friendly pat could become a full-fledged spanking in no time.
earlypornpicturesave.html When it didn't occur to him to treat her that way, she'd find some playful way to give him cause.
earlypornpicturesot.html They had fun together.
earlypornpicturesole.html A gentle nudge jolted him from his reverie, as she took the plate from his hand.
earlypornpicturessen.html Were she not now been holding something fragile, he'd have.
earliestpornpicturesave.html .
earliestpornpicturesot.html Well, it wasn't that easy any more.
earliestpornpicturesole.html To see her in pain affected him far more than it had at first, and in a more confusing way.
earliestpornpicturessen.html Their games were becoming harder to play, because he could not keep the tenderness from his voice when he scolded her.
earliestpornpicturesast.html What if he became unable to give her what she wanted.
earlypornpostcardsave.html He loved the contact, he loved the fierce intensity of it.
earlypornpostcardsot.html But every instance of mock anger at her teasing was followed by tender stroking and effusive praise, lest she imagine that he was not delighted with her.
earlypornpostcardsole.html Sometimes he found his mind skipping ahead to that part, and it became hard to raise his hand.
earlypornpostcardssen.html Hey.
earlypornpostcardsast.html Her voice, soft, but with her teasing inflection.
earliestpornpostcardsave.html You gonna stand there, or hand me another dish.
earliestpornpostcardsot.html What good are you, huh.
earliestpornpostcardsole.html Adrenaline.
earliestpornpostcardssen.html What good was he, indeed.
earliestpornpostcardsast.html After the enraptured way they looked at each other over dinner, she talks to him like this.
pornfrompastave.html Didn't she know it was her own seductive ways that made him so confused.
pornfrompastot.html How dare she.
pornfrompastole.html He put the plate back in the sink.
pornfrompastsen.html Digging his fingers into the hair behind her neck, he at once held her as firmly as he could, and kissed her lips as gently as he knew how.
pornfrompastast.html She stayed there with her eyes closed and her lips slightly parted, and he thought perhaps she had forgotten to keep breathing.
sexfrompastave.html He shook her a little, and she moaned.
sexfrompastot.html Leaving the plane, and the plane trip, behind me, I continued down the long, straight connecting tunnel which led to the gate.
sexfrompastole.html Ahead of me, I could see the brightness of the opening over the heads of the passengers in front.
sexfrompastsen.html With every step it got bigger, and a few of the anxious bright faces of greeters - friends, family, and lovers (I couldn't help but grin) - became visible.
sexfrompastast.html With every step my excite- ment mounted, and a thousand questions crowded in my head at once.
eroticfrompastave.html How would he look.
eroticfrompastot.html How would he think I looked.
eroticfrompastole.html How would we greet each other.
eroticfrompastsen.html Should I just jump him, or allow him to set the precedent.
eroticfrompastast.html Would he be cool, or excited.
eroticafrompastave.html Would he still love me.
eroticafrompastot.html The low tunnel emptied out into the gate, and I spilled along with the rest of my crowd into the open.
eroticafrompastole.html People were everywhere, pushing, exclaiming, some hugging joyfully, some crying tearfully, and some kissing passionately.
eroticafrompastsen.html I searched for one familiar face.
eroticafrompastast.html The crowd began to thin as the clumps of reunions wandered off towards baggage claim.
pornofrompastave.html Finally, I was left by myself amongst a few stragglers, the disappointment like a lead weight on my chest.
pornofrompastot.html He wasn't there.
pornofrompastole.html He was stuck in traffic.
pornofrompastsen.html He forgot the flight.
pornofrompastast.html He was in some horrible accident somewhere.
fuckfrompastave.html He was picking up flowers at the last minute.
fuckfrompastot.html Well, wherever he was, he wasn't here.
fuckfrompastole.html I sighed deeply and slowly trudged to the baggage claim, my eyes still scanning the near- empty, late-night airport for him.
fuckfrompastsen.html Nothing.
fuckfrompastast.html I gritted my teeth as I passed a couple, passionately intertwined, obliviously groping each other by a water fountain.
fuckingfrompastave.html Disgusting.
fuckingfrompastot.html There should be rules against that sort of thing.
fuckingfrompastole.html That should be ME! Then as I rounded them I caught a glimpse of the man's face and realized with a start that it was my former seat-mate from the plane.
fuckingfrompastsen.html I couldn't help but smirk and chuckle to myself as I thought what a treat his girlfriend would receive later.
fuckingfrompastast.html At the baggage claim I picked up my two bags and chose a lonely marble post to rest at.
womenfrompastave.html I dropped my bags against it and negligently sat on them, chin in my hands, and continued to search through the dwindling crowd.
womenfrompastot.html Hoping, but not expecting, the next face to come into view to be his.
womenfrompastole.html And then, suddenly, it was.
womenfrompastsen.html Unmistakably.
womenfrompastast.html And the look of him almost stopped my heart.