Whoopsie Daisy

“Whoops,” the man said and pulled his hands away from the keyboard. She placed her coke on the table. “Whoops? This is not the time for whoopsies, John.” “Um… I may have fried someone’s brain,” the man said panicking. “You what?” She yelped and sat on her workstation across him. Read more

Tickle My Pickle

“Come along,” it’s right over there, Pickle pointed thataway while jogging. Cherry panted behind her. “I… don’t… can’t… this uphill is killing me…” “Ain’t you a runner, lassie?” Killie asked with her thick accent. “I’m a sprinter, not a marathoner!” Cherry complained, breathing hard. Killie had a glint of sweat Read more

Ariadne’s String

Ariadne put her string on his head, making sure it wrapped around his ears. He breathed in her pussy’s smell on the tiny bit of fabric that went on top of her crotch. He could feet the wetness of the cloth with the tip of his nose. Then she went Read more

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