... All that mattered was the fire burning out of control between her legs.
... When she opened her bag, she found an envelope lying on top of her clothes.

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

... She finally closed her eyes and let it splash over her face and forehead, loving the burning feeling of it.
... Felicity finally shut up, and helped her clean some of the horse cum from her clothes.

... She finally closed her eyes and let it splash over her face and forehead, loving the burning feeling of it.
... Felicity finally shut up, and helped her clean some of the horse cum from her clothes.

... She was hot, almost burning the tip of his cock as his wife rubbed his shaft against his sister's vulva.
... I wish that Chyna and my clothes were cleaned and we were presentable.

... She drew it into her, burning the seed and spreading his essence through her, flooding her with more pleasure.
... Aaliyah blushed, then cupped her concubine's chin and captured her lips in a kiss, dismissing her clothes in the process.

... moaned Fatima as her concubine took her first lick through Fatima's burning pussy, gathering Fatima's dew.
... "Kittens don't wear clothes," Rachel purred, twirling a long lock of Hannah's brown hair.

... He could see the hate burning in the young man's blue eyes.
... The concubines clothes were falling to the floor, they were such a lusty group.

... She shivered in Zaritha's arms, clutching tight to the warmth burning inside the Ifrit.
... "Do you have any clothes for me?".

... I saw the burning fist.
... Fatima's mother lay on the floor farther in the office, her throat cut, blood staining the front of her clothes.

... I saw the burning fist.
... Fatima's mother lay on the floor farther in the office, her throat cut, blood staining the front of her clothes.

... Fumi's pussy felt like heaven wrapped around his cock, and her pheromones were burning through his blood.
... She could summon her clothes, her beauty supplies, and transform into a whirlwind of dust.

... Well, mess around wasn't the right term, but we made hydrogen and then did some control burning with it under Sister Anna's watchful eyes.
... PE clothes fit her athletic body, her round breast stretching out her tank top, her long, lean legs flexing as she flowed towards me.

... Her gentle touch erased the pain and replaced it with burning lust.
... Speaking of clothes, we got to get you into something more flattering than that polo shirt.

... Maybe it was all the calories I was burning with sex, or maybe my wish to live a long, healthy life was slowly having its effect.
... As we gathered our stuff, we discovered that none of the waitress had any clothes with them so they just had to go naked.

... Our hands kept brushing each other as examined the binder, every touch fueling the fire burning in my womb.
... Xiu, Fiona, and Korina needed clothes, so I sent them out with Desiree to buy some.

... I caught Mary's gaze and saw the same burning hatred I felt blazing in her eyes.
... We had a hard time squeezing Violet's clothes bags into the trunk because of all the duffel bags full of money I had stolen from a couple of Banks today.

... Every rub built that fire burning in my womb.
... The club was filled with women: big, butch women with short hair cuts; lipstick lesbians, like myself, all dressed up and sexy; punk girls with spiked hair; goth girls in black clothes; women of all colors: Black, White, Asian, Hispanics, and more.

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

... When he broke the kiss there was a dark lust burning in his teenage eyes.
... Shannon was ten, and was reaching the age where she was becoming interested in clothes, and boys.

... Her tongue was rough as she lapped at my burning cunt, sending waves of pleasure through me as I bent down and nipped at her thigh, enjoying another flow of fresh blood.
... I touched my sharp canines with my tongue and felt my nipples harden beneath my tight, red bodysuit; I took a page out of that video game and shaped the clothes from my hair.

... It was an order to start burning the dead.
... She flinched, then turned and fled the room with my clothes.

... "I've always wanted to do this," Miss Song breathed, desire burning in her light-olive cheeks.
... I smiled, stood up and straightened my clothes, pushing my hair out of my face.

... It would have been so much easier than having to live with this crushing guilt and the hatred burning in my father's eyes.
... I was wearing some clothes my mother had packed in a suitcase she'd left behind.

... We'd probably have to use the fireplace and wood burning stove to keep the house warm.
... Rhonda May's twin sister pulled her down, the pair exchanging quite the charged kiss as their clothes fell off.