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aurorelabab · 4 months
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Après le chien … voici le maître !!! 😂😂😋😋
Mon côté coquine m’aurait dit de jetez un stylo et allez le ramasser sous la table …..oups !!! 😋😍
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yridenergyridenergy · 1 month
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refletdunhomme · 3 months
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👀
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drackarys · 7 months
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L'auto stoppeur
Lors d'un week end ou nous avions 3 heures de route, nous avons croisé un auto stoppeur sur le bord de la route.
Le pouce bien en l'air, 25 ans, le gros sac a dos, les cheveux aux vent, le short multi poches, la chemise ouverte, le débardeur blanc.
Nous le faisons monter a l'arrière, et commençons à discuter de tout, de rien.
Il nous dit partir rejoindre des amis et que nous sommes fort sympathiques de l'emmener.
Pour l'occasion de notre weekend, j'avais mis une jupe assez volante et un débardeur près du corps. Il faisait chaud.
Mon mari a fait dévier la conversation, en demandant à notre invité, s'il avait une petite amie, si cela faisait longtemps qu'il était parti, s'il avait été pris en auto stop par denombreuses personnes, si parfois cela avait dévié....
Nous avons vite compris que notre nouvel ami n'était pas contre un peu d'action.
Mon mari lui a donc demandé de glisser sur le siège derrière lui afin de pouvoir me regarder a sa guise.
Il m'a fait ouvrir mes cuisses et enlever mon string.
Tout en conduisant (vive les voitures automatiques), mon mari a commencé à me caresser la peau de mes cuisses.
Il faisait chaud, très chaud...
Il a alors demandé à notre invité de se mettre sur le siège derrière moi et lui a donné feu vert pour me peloter autant qu'il le souhaitait sans restriction....
J'ai vite senti ses mains se promener le long de mes seins, glissant sous mon débardeur afin de les soupeser, de les pincer, faisant rouler mes tétons entre ses doigts.
Elles ont continué leur chemin vers ma jupe, et il n'a pas fallut longtemps a ce jeune homme pour trouver l'entrée.
Il a senti mon excitation, l'humidité de mon antre et y a très vite glissé ses doigts.
Il se les aient léchés puis en a fait de même avec ma bouche.
Une main sur un sein, l'autre sur mon clitoris, il a commencé sa stimulation, tout cela sous le regard de mon mari qui faisait courir sa main sur ma cuisse.
Il n'a pas fallut longtemps pour que mes cris remplissent l'habitacle de la voiture.
Mon mari a arrêté la voiture sur le bas côté, m'a embrassé goulûment puis m'a dit de passer a l'arrière pour remercier notre auto stoppeur le temps de finir la route. Il ne restait que 15 minutes pour le faire venir avec ma bouche.
Au vue du niveau d'excitation, vous pouvez imaginer qu'il n'a pas fallut 15 minutes a notre ami pour venir entre ma bouche sur son sexe et mes mains sur ses boules...
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dramatisperscnae · 9 days
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@defectivexfragmented cue the angst
There hadn't been any time for actual thought. There hadn't been much time for anything, really. Not since he'd woken up in that hospital room feeling weak as a day-old kitten and being informed that he'd been in a coma for the past two weeks. At first it hadn't really set in, his mind trying to catch up with what had happened. The fight, the injuries, the pain, the way his mind had drifted to Matt there at the end…
But where was Matt? He hadn't been there when Remy had woken, and attempts to ask about him got various reactions ranging from blank looks to shrugs. Which meant Matt wasn't there. Which meant Matt might not know. Which meant-…oh hell.
Given just how badly Remy had been injured there was no way in hell anyone would just let him walk out of here if he asked. So he didn't ask. As soon as shift change hit Remy was moving, pulling the various tubes and monitors off himself and slipping out of his room. It took longer than he'd have liked to actually find a spare set of scrubs and a car that could be quickly hotwired, but within an hour or so he was flooring it down the highway. Within a handful more he'd abandoned the car in an alley and was climbing in through Matt's living room window; it was faster than waiting for the door.
"Mathieu? You here, chèr?" Hopefully Matt was actually home; if not, Remy would wait.
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sorryfranquin · 3 months
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lovelysophie62 · 10 months
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👆👆👆👆👆👆👆👆👆👆👆
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candco5-blog2 · 5 months
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Bonne fin de journée mes amours🥰🥰😘😘
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tasteoflollipops · 1 year
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Je pique ton cœur, tiens toi à carreau et trèfle de plaisanterie ♠️♥️♦️♣️😈🔥
Abonne toi ! Partage !🍭
@taste.of.lollipops
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aurorelabab · 5 months
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Quand tu chauffe un mec toute la soirée….
( la suite le prochain poste demain)
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cristotoff · 8 months
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dramatisperscnae · 15 days
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closed starter for @defectivexfragmented and Matt
Every poker game is different. That's something Remy Lebeau learned a long time ago. Each table had its own quirks, each group of players its own atmosphere, every house its own rules, every dealer their own tricks. He'd gotten pretty damn good at gauging a game over the years, and this one…well, he might actually have overplayed his hand, accepting the invitation to this one.
The looks he was getting from the other men at the table were not good. One of them, with a distinctive scar on his face, had eyes far too bright, too eager. Too predatory. Another, dressed like a veteran of a desert campaign, had the air of a killer about him, a man for whom pain was an art and death a close companion. The one in the suit was the least unsettling - crooked politicians were a dime a dozen, honestly - and the fourth…his uniform with its gold braids and its medals, along with his too-easy smile, something about him just screamed that here was a man for whom war was nothing but a game.
And here he was, Remy Lebeau, thief and gambler, the odd man out. Something wasn't right here, though he wasn't quite sure what it was yet. Still, so far it didn't seem to be anything he couldn't handle, and there was still one chair left open. Remy slid into what was clearly his assigned seat, giving the other players an easy smile and the dealer a nod as between equals. "Evenin', boys. When we gettin' started?"
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onmorphine · 1 month
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adult art
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lovelysophie62 · 7 months
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Si tu es intéressé je suis dispo sur mym 💋
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