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Lingerie Porn: Strip Velvet
Are you sitting comfortably? We are introducing you to some naughty short stories inspired by our lingerie. Read to your partner or lie down with your favorite sex toys and see where the night takes you…
Warning: Including sexual content and description. It’s exactly what you expect from Bondara…
Peel off the velvet
Liz has been catching up with her email when Scott called to confirm when he would be home from the oil rig. When she opened one from Bondara, she thought of a sneaky little plan. You said lingerie is 50% off? When her order arrived, she immediately ran to the bedroom to try. At first, she hesitated – years of maternity made her suspicious, and finding large-sized underwear that looked good was very difficult. But, as she adjusts the belt, some changes happen, not just her rich embrace.
Passion and quiet confidence began to see Liz’s belly in the mirror. When they named “Velvet Vision”, they certainly didn’t lie. New lingerie is not only suitable. It embraced her body, embracing her curves until the levator.
Her fingers tracked the delicate burgundy laces covered with her nipples, and she couldn’t circle them with her fingertips until they stiffened to the peaks. For the first time in a few years, she felt sexy, irresistible, and even to herself. Every day, the closer he is to go home, the more Lizzie needs him. Just thinking about his reaction to his underwear and his… God to her. She was never so grateful to work from home (or swing).
She felt her heart beat the noise of the front door key. Soon, Lizzie snatched the packaging and kicked it under the bed. Cleaning can be waited; she has been waiting for two months. You can face everything you like, and app-controlled toys can only keep you so far. At the end of the day, nothing is more like a meat and a blood cock.
Some like sissy
Robert’s knees were hard. No, not Robert. The mistress undoubtedly thought of punishment if she had captured the sissy thoughts as a man. A painful joy escaped into the ball as the electricity shot from her chastity cage vibrated.
“Debbieyou will be distracted. “The stern purr of the mistress was the distant one in her hand, and the thumb was ready to shock her obedience again. Debbie’s trapped cock was expected to look up at her mistress. The wet fabric of her dress Glittering in the spotlight, highlighting every curve and tilt of her figure. So powerful and undeniable feminine. Real women, unlike Debbie. The mistress eagerly grasped the boring design and zipped it low-key with a zipper Sitting on her throne, so Debbie can worship her mistress unt.
Another shock, this time even stronger. Debbie’s stomach muscles were tense, and she did not retreat, but failed. She put her eyes on the floor again. She knew she had messed up. Debbie could hear the mistress retrieve her strap harness. Her high heels approached. Debbie glanced at it only saw the mistress holding the beast.
“You let me down, Debbie.” The mistress glared at her and gave a thick, thick shaft of a big, black dildo.
Country road (with my hole)
“Oh no, I won’t help, I’m Stuuuuck.” Jessica poked her mouth and made her best impression, which sounded painful. She used ropes tangled on the bed frame to replace an actual ranch-style fence post. Bondara’s gift box was on the bedside table, but Ian forbidden her to look inside until later, it was about “ride” stuff.
At the prompt, Ian came out of the suite, his cowboy hat was worn to cover his eyes. Jessica bit her lips and didn’t smile. Ian’s denim costume does make him look a bit like Magic Mike, but they agree. He would dress her up, she would indulge in his free use fantasy.
“What are we here…” Ian strolled towards her, his eyes staring at the exposed skin like a predator, looking at the injured deer. Jessica could feel the heat in his eyes as the warmth of Ian as he paused in front of her. The costumes do a poor job of hiding the semi-character he has already sported under the summary.
Ian dragged Wartenberg’s windmill on her thigh, stinging her like a Spurs. Next, he wiped her breasts, strong and affirmatively, and then sank until he massaged between his legs.
“It looks like I discovered that I was a full horse that needed to breed…”
We hope you enjoy the story. If you want to read more like this, please let us know if you’re good we might write some. Which one do you like the most? Tell us in the comments below, or share your own little story.
