Admit it; just saying the word "pussy" makes you tingle a little in your pants. Well, assuming you're wearing pants.
Pussy's a great thing, and we never tire of seeing it in all its guises. Here at Fleshbot, we consider pussy the gift that keeps on giving. You get to unwrap it, touch it, lick it and play with it again and again. And if you're lucky enough to get more than one pussy at a time, well, let's just say that, with pussies, multiplayer mode is the way to go. This week, Madeline's assembled the gamers: From books to bathtime, slits to clits, you'll want to keep your joystick pointed away from the screen. Ready? Press Start.
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I held her head high as I bit and licked at her bared tits, the dark crinkled nipples hard and yearning up for attention. And then I pressed the full breadth of my right hand, palm against her chest and fingers spread, just under her neck and shoved her backward and into the wooden bookcase.
It shuddered with the force of my shove as her back thudded, small pieces of sculpture left shaken and spinning, volumes of books resettling, a framed picture knocked to the floor. She stood there now, topless and her pants in a wayward mass around her calves and ankles, shaking. Her back squarely met one of the support planks of the bookcase, her shoulderblades against copies of Ovid's Metamorphoses and Suetonius' The Twelve Caesars. How fitting.
I pulled her panties down.
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"Yeah, you can fuck me in the ass," I said with a grin from my throne. He was totally enamored by the sight of my bare pussy glistening in the warm candlelight a mere foot in front of his face. "But first," I went on, giving my clit ring a gentle twist, "you have to suck my husband's cock."
The boyishly-handsome toy hesitated, but I wasn't worried. I leaned forward, reminding him of the massive breasts being held aloft by my corset.
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Springtime and summer are my favorite times of the year, and not only because I can get to the beach. It's the time when every woman in NYC figures out that she has a set of ta-tas just itching to be on display, and it's time to show skin.
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I barely opened my front door. Peter pushed me through, and we stood in the entry hall. I moved ahead, felt his hand on the collar of my shirt. Without a word, I almost fell backward. When I opened my mouth, his left hand clamped over mine.
With his right hand, he brought my face to his.
"You'll get on your knees now."
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Oh, that urge to unzip myself, to plunge my aching cock into the velvet depths of your sodden cunt without invitation or encouragement from you or from her … that longing was intoxicating, drowning, nearly impossible to resist.
Now I know what compulsion feels like, tastes like.
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I move in close to him now and place my dripping arms around his shoulders – the warm water greeting his back for the first time. We kiss. Our wet mouths tasting one another, tasting the bubbles that linger also. The kiss is fluid, gentle and light. It is followed immediately by a second, stronger embrace, his hands seeking out my own body as mine rove over his skin. I flick my nail up over his nipple and then trail it down the side of his torso – one of my favourite moves. Simple. Effective.
-Lady Pandorah's Sanctuary of Sensuality
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