Riley and the boys first bukake [f20] [m21] [m22] [m19] [group]

“Heads up!” Riley heard Ben call out just as the basketball was zipping past her. She barely manages to touch it before it flies out of bounds, deflecting it in front of her as she struggled to pick up the dribble.

“Fuck,” she muttered under her breath. She managed to keep it from going out but her fumbling had let Jason step up to guard her. What should have been an open layup was now nearly a turn over.

“What’s up, distracted?” Jason smirks at her, guarding her close so she turns her back to him.

“Shut up and play dork,” she said, but he was right, she had been distracted. No matter what she did her mind kept wandering back to the same thing, series of videos she had recently discovered online, videos that made her excited and wet so she could barely focus.

She tried to push the thoughts from her mind. She pushed her shoulder into Jason but her small frame was easily shrugged off, so she spun back, taking a wild shot from near half court. It bounced out and Jason ended up with the ball. Now she had to guard him. He used his size to his advantage, pushing her down close to the basket. He didn’t take it easy on her just because she was a girl. He rose up, knocking her back as he made another shot.

Daddy’s girl [D/s] [DDlg] [denial]

I couldn’t help but moan, grinding my wet push against his leg as he sat at his desk, edging myself over and over again as he worked, my blond pigtails bouncing as I grunt and speed up. He barely even pays me any attention except to tell me to slow down or speed up.

I was dressed in the outfit he picked out for me, white knee high socks, short pleated pink skirt, white crop top that barely covered my breasts, “daddy’s girl” written across the front in pink pink, ribbons in my hair, and of course my baby blue collar wrapped snuggly around my neck, a little tag hanging off the front with my name “Riley” engraved on it. There was a time I wouldn’t have been caught dead in an outfit like this, that I was more at home in a pair of baggy jeans or big basketball shorts, oversized hoody, a beanie to hide my hair so I wouldn’t have to deal with it. That felt like so long ago now.

“Stop,” I hear him say, I whimper, tears in my eyes. I slow down, panting loudly, my lower lip trembling.

Published
Categorized as Erotica

Taylor swifts special weekend with her mistress Selena Gomez [celeb] [humil] [bdsm] [D/s] [watersports]

Concert tours were always stressful for Taylor, they were a lot of work, a lot of pressure to perform, a lot of decisions on venues and and choreography to make. Too many decisions, too many responsibilities, too much stress, and her best friend Selena Gomez knew this. Which is why after each of her tours ended, Selena would summon Taylor to her, and today Selena had done just that.

[Taylor](https://i.pinimg.com/736x/00/c3/a8/00c3a8de05dbbb9e795505a1a802f98e–taylor-swift-hot-taylors.jpg) arrived at Selena’s house at 8pm sharp, dressed in a red dress with a plunging neck line and a high slit on her right leg, the one Selena had asked her to wear when she texted her. Like always when coming to see Selena, she wore no underwear and made sure her makeup was perfect. She walked into Selena’s home, her heart racing, wondering what her friend and Mistress had in store for her today. She found [Selena](https://imgur.io/7Y2wNDC?r) sitting on the couch, wearing a red dress that was much more conservative than the one she asked Taylor to wear, one leg tucked behind the other.