... I gasped, the heat burning so hot through me.
... Clothes became optional.

... Mrs. Miles asked, her eyes burning with her lust.
... My wife marched naked, her uniform along with clothes for me were clutched in Kylie's arms as she walked on my right.

... I shuddered, my mind burning beneath ecstasy.
... I threw my clothes into my shopping cart, my cock hard as I drank in the naked women.

... Sable and my twin both watched on, their eyes burning hot.
... I showered, put on my makeup, styled my hair, then I got dressed in my proper clothes.

... Their deaths had triggered Faust's plan to kill and turn Abigail, culminating in the dawn's sun burning Abigail's husband to a crisp.
... I'm sure you have some of her clothes.".

... It was a warm inn with a cheery fire burning in the common room.
... I slipped out of my robes and cloak, letting my clothes pile on the ground, and padded naked over to my discarded pouch.

... "Oh, yes," I said, my cheeks burning.
... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Knight-Errant Angela My eyes drifted back to Sophia as she bent over to pick up her clothes.

... I shuddered, my ass burning on the mattress as I squirmed.
... Elves did not wear clothes, only jewelry and belts to hang tools and pouches from.

... My magic neared burning out.
... My clothes grew tight in spots and loose in others as I assumed the squat, powerful build of a dwarf.

... A sky burning with the sun's setting spun above me.
... Their clothes lay discarded.

... I ignored the burning welt on my hand.
... All we had were the clothes we wore, our weapons, and whatever personal items held in pockets or pouches.

... I groaned, shifting on my toes, my leg muscles already burning.
... I groaned as her fingers opened the satchel, reached in, and produced a clothes peg.

... My cunt clenched, the heat burning, my juices trickling out into my britches.
... He wore traveling clothes, a sword belted at his side.

... She licked her lips, incestuous passion burning in her blue eyes.
... Clothes, and armor, came off.

... As the daughter of the Grand Magister, Sandrinessa was very well aware that playing with dark forces could easily lead to a public burning at stake, if she was lucky.
... Half-way involuntarily, she lifted the stinky remnants of her dress up again, the neat lady's civilized habits did not let her to spoil her clothes.

... Taylor was losing it as her nerves were burning with extreme sexuality.
... She wore a skintight red devil outfit down past her ass with a skirt, horns included, as she carried a suitcase containing street clothes for after the show.

... "That's good," moaned Catherine as she closed her eyes and bit her lower lip, her body burning with arousal as Jeff slid his hands over her naked flesh.
... *Take off your clothes,* ordered Kosh.

... My heart was racing, and my breasts heaved with every burning breath I took.
... I peeled my clothes off, and took soap and a towel down the hall to the communal bathroom.

... I slid my free hand in my bikini bottoms, and rubbed my burning clit.
... My mom and dad are rich, so I dress in all the newest clothes.

... As I watched, a burning knot formed deep inside me, like a bass guitar string vibrating from in my balls, wending it s way up inside my pulsing cock.
... I was looking forward to getting home to the apartment I shared with Tanya, where she would be waiting for me with warm dry clothes.

... "God, I'm burning up.
... Folding over the top, she brought it back to the rest of clothes.

... A burning hatred for Mary's mother filled my heart.
... I pondered that as I stripped off my clothes.

... Emily tried to ignore her sister's breasts and the burning lust coming from her cunt as she continued to shower.
... She was only wearing a thin t shirt and panties, her night clothes, and for the first time Emily noticed how nice her legs were, how perfectly rounded her ass was.

... 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.

... 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.