This week Madeline's feeling randy. Must be the change in the weather.
As summer comes to an end, we're waxing nostalgic for the triple-digit Dog Days—when a hose or sprinkler is your best bet to beat the heat. Hey, speaking of beating your meat, here are some wet selections from this week's sex blogosphere—squirters to be exact—that will leave you with a taste for corn on the cob, barbecues and popsicles. Dipped in pussy.
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Your fist in me deep. Hard. The look on your face when you're between my legs, that awe and desperate look I know I get too. Sweating. My hand on my clit, hard, rubbing hard, getting close until I grab you by the hair and push your mouth down on it, yeah, like that, suck it, don't slow down, fuck me, until I'm hard and bursting in your mouth and I lift you by the hair again, take my clit in my fingers again to come, hard, around your fist. I wish I could squirt as easily as you do, I would, I would come in your mouth and watch you swallow it.
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I arrive carrying coffee in cardboard cups, my fingers protected from the heat by crinkly paper wrappers, sachets of sugar tucked beneath my thumb.
He greets me affectionately. We exchange smiles and chaste kisses, admire the view.
It is not until i turn around to put down the paper bag containing our lunch that, there on the table, neatly aligned with a sachet of translucent lubricant, i notice the bulbous metal object. It is polished to a bright sheen, the preposterous girth reflecting the sunlight behind me in fractured curves.
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"I have just finished spending about a half an hour carefully ironing my skirt, shirt and ties for tonight. It felt ritualistic, this preparing for my Man, preparing for an initiation into a new world.
"I am very nervous, very excited, very turned on! I am thinking out the day ahead: I'm treating myself to a spa day, getting my hair cut, shopping for new make-up since it has been forever since I've had a reason to do a "full-face." I will wax my legs ... and groom other more intimate places ... a day of pampering and ritual."
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She bent over a bit and put her hands on her knees. I gave her taut ass a firm smack. I wasn't taking a chance-I already knew what she liked. She was a total slut for rough spanking. I gave her another firm smack on the left side. She took about a half dozen firm open hand swats to both cheeks without a whimper. Then a few more before I slid my finger between her legs. She was nice and wet. Hot and slick.
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She smiled at me over her shoulder, and continued to clean the desk. A pile of smudged paper collected at her feet while she explained how she would convert this dump into a proper office.
Meanwhile I fondled her bum and thought how I'd convert this heap into a fuck palace.
"Will your office be nice and private? With a cushy, firm sofa? Perhaps a chair I can bend you over?"
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My body melts into the bed at your first touch. Slowly licking and kissing the outside of my cunt, your hands take turns caressing the soft skin of my thighs. The warmth of your body, the closeness of your mouth, the sheer torture of need makes me tremble beneath you. Your tongue snakes out and licks at my wetness. I can't help but groan. Your hands slide under my ass and pull me up to your mouth, drinking from me like a vessel. Your tongue begins to dart in and out of my slick cunt, fucking me with it.
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