Pussy creampie Stories

New York in February was unkind. Cold slipped past scarves, soaked shoes in slush, and turned every gust of wind into a dare. But for Yuki Nakamura, that first breath of frigid air did not feel cruel. It felt earned. She stepped out of JFK with her scarf snug, suitcase rattling over cracked pavement, heart pounding with the quiet thrill of what she’d done. Twenty-seven. No boyfriend. No plans. No job tying her down. She h...

I didn’t set the alarm clock, but I can always count on my bladder. When I came out of the bathroom, Tammy was sitting up in bed the covers tucked neatly under her tits. I stopped and sat on the edge of the bed. “And to what do I owe this beautiful vision this morning?” I was admiring her assets. “I want coffee, but I’m feeling lazy,” she pushed the cover to uncover her tummy. “Say no more, Hot Pants,” I went to the kitch...