... He was so totally consumed with lust, burning a hole into her eyes with his intense stare.
... I USE to wear boxers until Krissy started hiding all my clothes to make sure I never got dressed around the house, so I don't wear anything to bed [actually it was Hannah's idea to hide his clothes but Kristin was the one who did it.

... That burning in my loins of desire and longing have me hard as soon as I saw you wrote back this morning.
... As your clothes are shed, I kiss your flesh.

... I cried out as my whole body felt like it was bursting into flame, every inch of me burning with passion and desire.
... Yea, I once overheard mom and her arguing about my clothes but at least she doesn t say anything to us.

... The guys took care of burning dinner on the grill while the three of us did the lady chores in the kitchen.
... Once dressed, even after he left she was so nervous she just sat in the living room to wait without even thinking about changing clothes.

... He was so totally consumed with lust, burning a hole into her eyes with his intense stare.
... I USE to wear boxers until Krissy started hiding all my clothes to make sure I never got dressed around the house, so I don't wear anything to bed [actually it was Hannah's idea to hide his clothes but Kristin was the one who did it.

... She should have been appalled, but the disgust she felt only fueled the lust burning in her soul.
... Andrea reluctantly dressed in the sluttish clothes.

... The males' generational memories of The Great Betrayal have left them with a burning desire to dominate all females and to feed off whatever emotions the experience can generate.
... There are no men's clothes in the master bedroom closet.

... The smell was intense, almost burning his nostrils.
... Of course, in school, everyone wore clothes.

... She felt heat on her face, fire burning, and fear beat in her heart.
... Or her clothes, preferring the comfort of loose sweats to the discomfort of looking attractive.

... My orgasm swelled as the heat burning in my asshole blazed hotter through my nethers.
... Girls, get some clothes on!".

... "Figure out which," I ordered, anger burning inside me.
... Mary stood up and I enjoyed the sight of her naked body as she walked over to her clothes.

... My face burning, as I released the clasp on my sports bra, exposing my tits.
... Mark broke the kiss and I squirmed out of his grasp, backing out of the doorway, dropping my clothes on the floor.

... Violet asked eagerly, her hand joining Mary's on my dick, which expanded rapidly beneath the two women's burning touch.
... Clothes were flying off and quickly there were five very naked women squirming on the bed with me in the middle.

... It hugged every lush curve of my body and I felt the French cop's gaze fall on me and the lust burning in his eyes.
... then dived for his clothes.

... The torches about us were put out, and the only light was from a bonfire burning on the beach.
... We don't need to wear clothes if we don't want to.

... "Can you turn the TV off," I whispered, shivering as they showed a graphic of the United States burning with red.
... We scrambled in the back, everyone searching for clothes, pulling on skirts and sweaters, not bothering with underwear.

... Queenie gasped, her head throwing back as I slammed into her burning asshole.
... I don't know who pulled us down into the wild flowers, but we all went willingly, hands touching and stroking, undoing buttons, pulling off clothes.

... I squirmed on her, the flames burning through my body and reaching my mind.
... Why don't you take off your clothes?

... Her hips swayed from side-to-side, her pussy burning.
... Then she moved her dirty clothes to cover the cum stains on the carpet.

... she cooed, staring at me with such delight burning in her eyes.
... Maybe you should get some clothes on.".

... Her burning ass clenched.
... Put some fucking clothes on!

... I shuddered, stroking my daughter's underwear up and down my dick, my fantasy burning hot in my head.
... An assortment of feminine clothes piled inside.

... I shuddered, my pussy still burning.
... But when I entered my room, my clothes flew off instead.

... He kept my orgasms burning through me, fucking me with that youthful passion I loved.
... The heavy steps said it was Dad or Faizel, not Mom. I craned my neck and smiled as Daddy entered the living room, wearing his work clothes.

... Despite the humiliation burning in my cheeks, or maybe because of it, my pussy almost creamed itself.
... My clothes flew off as fast as I could while both Principal Carver and my daddy watched my nubile body bare itself.