This site is great and all but can we please move on from incest and webcams? Like ametuer is decent to get off. but staged porn is kinda the worst. Crappy recordings, terrible camera crew, WOMEN WHO STARE AT THE CAMERA. INSTANT TURN OFF. but jus roll them eyes to the back of you skull while being pounded.

Anyone wanna cam/screenshare my camera roll while I’m spun? I’m 20

I need a little help here from you guys and/or girls. I've read numerous threads here where guys post questions for 'how to' do whatever with a chick and the responses can be surprisingly insightful, so I'm here to give this a shot. If I get good advice, I'm definitely going to try it, report back, and ask for more good advice so this should be a nice thread when it's all said and done. Anyways, moving along.

Backstory:

So, I (28) think my girlfriend's (28) little sister (24) is hot...and recently, I've really been thinking she has been interested in me more and more too. I'm getting lots of the classic subconscious body language cues...like her body facing me when we're all in a group, very smiley when she and I speak, 'hangs on' to conversations between me and the girlfriend, etc. And lately she's been wearing super short shorts around the house with no bra. Yes, it's summer, but I've been through three summers with the gf and haven't noticed her sister wearing them...used to be long pjs, and always a bra. Always. Summer and winter.

The gf is always around and I'm not trying to get into any trouble so I've not made any efforts to seduce the sister...because of that, I think that even though she probably thinks I'm cute, since I've never made any moves on her whatsoever (I've basically ignored her up to this pont), there's going to be difficulty converting this one. Tough to go from ice cold to red hot all at once. Unless there's a catalyst...and there is.

Yesterday, my girlfriend decided to pull out her phone and show me a picture of her little cousin in her prom dress...for no reason I can come up with. She's not cute and neither was her dress. I seriously don't know what made her show me that picture...I'm leaning towards her just being girly, but what happens next makes me wonder. She flips through her camera roll real quick and then boom...bra and titties pop up.

Immediately, my brain is all like what the fuck is that on her phone for? I know I never got that pic, so who the fuck is my girlrfiend sending pics of her tits to?

And then I realize...those are her sister's titties. And that's fucking hot.

My girlfriend gasps, then laughs and explains that her sister decided to walk around the house like that the other day so to 'encourage her to cover up' she mocked her and took pictures to 'embarrass her later'. I kinda wonder if her showing me the picture was actually an accident, but it doesn't really matter at this point. What matters is getting my hands on those titties...fast.

So, guys...I need some help. How do I tell her sister that I saw her titties, that I really liked it...and still manage to get her into let's-keep-this-a-secret mode?

I've been super into voyeur lately. I've been watching my wife when she gets out of the shower in secret. I also watched her cousin getting in and out of the shower recently. I don't know why but my heart beats so fast. Another thing I did was look at my friends phone in his camera roll. I saw some pictures of his wife in bikinis and bra and panties. I want to see her nude. He had 2,173 pictures. I got through 300 of them. I hope he has some good ones.

I'm looking for a video with an asian girl being smothered by a guy with some plastic wrap. She's sitting up and the camera is close to her face. A few tears roll down her face when she's catching her breath. In the second half she deepthroats him, and I'm pretty sure there was a bit of puke involved.

I unfortunately lost it recently, and I'm pretty sure I got it from Motherless in the first place, but can't find a trace.

Hi guys, long time reader, first time poster.

I confess just the other day I achieved intercourse with a teenager. I wrote out how it happened for your fapping pleasure. Before the trolls arrive, I will not post pics or vids, as I enjoy banging this girl, and will not likely enjoy getting banged by Bubba if I ever got caught. Yes this is a true story.

I have changed our names to protect both of our identities.

***

I had arranged to meet Beth before the group gathering. Tonight is the youth group's Christmas banquet, and she thinks that she's coming in a bit early to get in some photographs.

Well, she is. I told her that I'd like to send some proofs to a modelling agency, and that I need a model to work with. She was flattered and more than willing to comply. Beth is a simple country girl, homeschooled. I asked her once about her schooling, if she learns about biology, physics, math, if her mom is really capable of teaching it. Turns out there's lots that she doesn't get taught.

I really wanted to know how much she knew about sex, and a general sex-education in highschool would include STDs, so I ask her if she's ever heard of chlamydia. She answers, "It's pronounced clematis, and it's a viney plant with white flowers." No sex-ed.

When she arrives, she's wearing a stunning crimson red dress. It hugs her curves. It's strapless, and shows the top of her cleavage, and shows more than half her thighs. The best part of the dress is the zipper up the front--it goes from top to bottom, and there's a zipper head on each end. She's let the heads run a couple of inches from the hem on both ends. She weighs maybe 100 pounds, this dress shows off her perfect legs and ass like nothing else.

Her blonde hair is up in a fancy kind of bun, with long strands dangling down. She isn't wearing any stockings and her legs are smooth and white, and wears a mid-calf-high leather boot, with heals. She's about 5'2" usually, with the boot maybe 5'4". For a 15 year old homeschooler, she has sex appeal down.

"Come right in!" I motion her into the studio I have set up. The studio is in the same building as the banquet, where this youth group meets. She wasn't warned, but I have three high-definition video cameras in the room--one at front, one at side, and one in the opposite corner, close to the ceiling. I intend to revisit this appointment in my mind many times, and the recorded video will help.

"So, today we're going to take a few shots and get them submitted to a modelling studio, to get their feedback on my photography technique. Ready?"

"Sure", she answers with a hesitance, "But what's the video cameras for?" She motions to the obvious cameras.

"Don't pay them any mind, they are for my own purpose. Just ignore them!" I keep cheery and focused, not gonna let this get derailed. I flick on the three high-wattage flood lamps and get some lighting going.

Beth sits on the provided couch. It's a slouchy couch that I selected exactly for that reason. She sits on it and immediately loses balance. Her arms and legs all go out to rebalance, and I get a glimpse of everything wonderful. Perfect "little girl" white cotton panties. And you know damn straight I caught a few clicks, nevermind the video.

"Whew! I almost fell right over!" She wiggles to sit upright. I get her in a few positions: upright, laying on her belly, laying on her back, standing in front of the couch, standing on the couch. A couple of favorites: I got one where she is laying on her belly, and she is facing the camera, head propped up on hands, with elbows to the floor and her knees apart and feet up towards her head. What a glorious view for the camera behind her; on the couch, laying on her back, she has her two hands almost cupping her breasts, pursed lips facing the camera, and her one leg straight and the other upright and bent. God I love her legs.

A couple of times I glimpsed her panties again, and made an "Oops!" kind of sound, so as to play innocent with her. It was obvious that it didn't *really* bother her, and she wasn't ever really embarrassed that it had happened.

Half an hour has passed and I probably have 100 photos, all very excellent. She loves the attention and follows every suggestion.

"Beth, have you ever been tanning?" She's white like my bed linens.

"No, Mom and Dad have me working the greenhouse and I don't get out to go to school, so not really."

"Your skin is very white, can we try something?" She nods. "Come sit on the couch."

I put down the camera and walk up to face her sitting on the couch, and put my hands on her calves just above her boots.

"If we rub your skin a little bit, they'll get a bit of color. Like a little bit red. Are you ticklish?" She shakes her head no.

It was a lie, that her skin should change color. There's no real truth behind it, but it was a lie based on truth: she doesn't like how white her skin is, and I want to touch her. I put my hands on her calf, right above the boot, and drag my fingertips in small circles, over her knee and up to her lower thighs.

She giggles, and doesn't protest. Her skin has changed color though, on her face; she is flushed.

I pull up her chin to look up at me standing in front of her, and do the same to her cheeks, her forehead, her nose, ears and behind the ears. When I got behind her ears, she closed her eyes and leaned in, so I took my time moving on. I tickled her hair, her neck, and moved to her shoulders. "Sit forward", I tell her.

She moves to the front edge of the couch, and I step on the couch to get behind her, then sit behind her with one leg on either side. "Now sit back." Her full weight is leaned against me, and if she knew what a hard-on was, she would feel mine pressed right against her lower back.

I continue massage tickling her shoulders, down her arms, and get back to her neck and ears. She lets out a soft moan and says "That feels really relaxing."

"And it's working too, your skin is changing color." There's no mirror for her to see, so I think she has to take my word for it. "I need to get every inch of your skin, so you're going to have to trust me." She doesn't react, or speak or flinch or anything, so I take my turn.

I casually make continuing tickle circles down her shoulders, to her collarbone, back to her neck, just beyond her collarbone. Her skin is so smooth, and without blemish, and she is totally relaxed and pressing her weight into me. Eventually I reach the hem of her dress, and am massaging her breasts. It's not a fondle or a cupping, but the same tickling. They're so tender, and they almost feel hot to the touch, but that might be in my head.

I continue to tickle up and down her chest, from hem up to neck and ears, and back down again. If she had any reason to be suspicious of foul play, it could be because I would be massaging this part of her body for 10 minutes alone. I even made sure to reach in under her dress a tiny bit, where the zipper head has been let down a bit. And when she didn't protest about that, I let slip in my fingers just under the hem of her dress, right onto her covered breasts. It's tight-fitting, so I don't insist on getting them in, just a bit of foreshadowing for her to think about.

"How are you doing?" I ask her, softly. "Mmmhmm" She responds without words, and I think she slouches a bit. I remember the camera that is facing the couch, and that it probably has a nice view of her crotch right now. OH! Her crotch..

I reach one hand down to her knee, and start massaging there, while the other tickled its way down the front of her dress. Agains she never protests that I ran my hand over her breast, over her belly, pressing in every step of the way. When both of my hands are on her knees, I start to do a drag kind of tickle, straight lines on her thighs, inside, on top, outside. And repeat, each time getting closer to the hem of her dress. Inside her thighs, on top of her thighs, outside of her thighs. Up and down. Repeat.

As I reach the hem of her dress, on my next pass I make a subtle gesture for her to part her legs, I just sort of push her knees a bit outwards. On my next trip up, I am not only inside her thighs, but reaching all the way down to the back of her thighs.

"Beth, do you still trust me?"

"Oh, yes!" She answers almost as a plea. "Put your hands on the back of my head." She reaches around, and clasps her hands on the back of my neck. At the same time I am continuing my upward travel to the hem of her dress, which has no risen because her legs are parted. Very gently, raking my fingers over the insides of her thighs I can feel the warmth that comes from the prize at the end of the road..

Then it happened, my thumbs caught the slightest glance of cotton--her panties. I almost froze it was so unexpected. I mean, I was going there, that's what I wanted, but now that I had arrived I was caught in fear.

"Are you done?" She asks. Her hands are rubbing my head, and she's almost squirming in my hands, as though to try to provoke me to continue.

"Not unless you are", I answer. She relaxes again, and sighs. She wants it.

Now, I pick up her one leg with both hands, and hook it on the outside of my knee. She complies and does her other leg for me. Now spread wide open, she leans her head on my shoulder, and for the first time I notice her breathing--it's quite heavy, she is silently panting.

So I work my way up from her knees, tickling her thighs, knowing that this time I will touch her, and there's no going back.

Every inch closer, she breathes another heavy sigh, I can feel her tensing her whole body, gripping and pulling my hair with her hands. Finally, with my thumbs, I feel the cotton again, and I rake up against it, making circles again.

Then, I hold my hands steady on either side of her panties, just millimetres from her crotch, and, holding my own breath, with my right thumb, gently press into the cotton. At first, light as a feather, and when I'm done, with enough pressure that Beth is squealing. She has never been touched like this.

I start to stroke my thumb up and down the cotton, where her pussy lips divide. It is so hot, and there is considerable friction from how wet she is. Beth is moaning with every exhale.

With the rest of my hands, I grip her under her thighs, right around to her ass, still stroking her very damp panties. She is almost pulling my hair out, writhing in ecstasy, moaning louder with every breath.

I move one hand from her thigh back to her chest, and stroke heavily her chest and neck and ear, and cup her clothed breast. I slow my stroking--I'd like to change pace, but don't want to disappoint her.

Now cupping her vagina and her breast, I just hold her tight, pressing her back against me. Breathing silently, but heavily, she finally speaks.

"Oh my God, Andrew. That is incredible. That feels so good. I don't want you to stop."

"Let's skip the banquet, eh? What do you say?" I have my eyes on the prize, and want to seal the deal. We're only a few rooms away, but nobody knows we're here, and we could stay all night. The banquet starts in about 30 minutes.

"Well.." she pauses. It's clear she wants to go.

"Ok, I tell you what. Let's stay here for a little while longer, go to the banquet, then come back. I promise you won't regret it." Beth is obviously excited.

"Andrew?" She asks. "I want more."

"Let me give it to you then." I slide out from behind her, thankful for a chance to breathe and give my own boner some space. She's now slouching right back against the couch, with her ass on the front edge.

I kneel down in front of her, and reach up her thighs, and under her (now unzipped) dress, grasping both sides of her panties at her waist. She lifts her ass a little and with a quick tug I have them at her ankles, then over her boots.

I look up and see in her full glory: perfect shapely thighs, knees slightly parted, and a perfect, swollen, parted and glistening wet pussy. She has a dirty-blonde patch of hair in a neat little V-shape above her labia, then a perfect hairless stomach.

"If you want to prove to me you're ready for this, then you'll have to leave these behind." The look of shock on her face, as a twirl her panties around my index finger, is priceless. I'm going to make this sweet innocent girl the hottest fuck toy there ever was.

She bites her bottom lip, looks up to a corner of her eye and finally nods to agree.

I can't tell you how precious a sight that is: I am knelt before her, panties in hand, her dress unzipped almost to her naval, legs slightly parted, red and swollen pussy in plain sight, sweat running down her face and hair plastered down, and now this look of mischief, of innocence lost, of lust across her face�

I rub my hands from her knees to her waist, on the outside of her thighs a few times, gradually working inwards. She's now looking into my eyes while I do it, and every time I get closer to her pussy her smile cracks even wider. Just as my hands are about to make contact, she closes her eyes and arches her back, but I stop, lean in, and blow a gentle breeze right over her swollen clitoris.

"OH GOD!" She nearly screams. Her hands reach out and behind her, looking for something to clutch.

The smell is invigorating. She has told me before about how her parents are "all-natural" eaters. She's clearly not on her period or ovulating. Just a clean, salty-sweet scent of lust.

I lay a few gentle kisses on her abdomen, then where her abs and legs meet, then a couple right up inside her thigh�

"Andrew are you going to�" She can't even finish the question.

I kiss her right on the clitoris. Then her labia. Then her pubic hair. My hands are rubbing up and down the inside of her thighs, and I lay my tongue flat across her lips and stroke up towards her clit.

"Mmmm� Oh that feels really good." Beth is moaning again with every breath. With one hand I rub her on her pubic hair, and up her belly, then under her dress until I reach her breast. To my amazement and delight, she doesn't wear a bra with this dress and I have in my hand her naked, erect nipple. Her breast is hardly bigger than a handful, a B-cup if I had to guess.

As I roll her nipple between thumb and finger, she starts jerking her body, throwing her back against the couch, then forward, legs up, then down. My other hand has now hooked a finger in between her lips, and it is soaking wet. I've been almost constantly licking and chewing her lit, and as you all know she is in an elongated state of climax.

I can tell that this wave of climax is near finished, so I start to let her down gently. My hand on her breast moves to her back, so that I'm holder her around her waist, I start licking slowly and broadly her lips and thighs, and my other hand is holder her behind her knee.

"Beth, I told you that we could make your skin look a little redder!" Her face is totally flush, and her crotch is bright red and swollen.

"Wow", is all she can muster.

Holding her tight, I move my head out of her lap, then let go, leaning up and in towards her face. She's looking into my eyes and watching me come close. Then I grab her by the back of her head, and kiss her right on her lips. She is clearly caught off guard, kissing like this is much more intimate than being orally satisfied.

She almost resists until I show her how to do it -- aha! The difference now isn't that she doesn't want it, but that up until now she has simply done as she was told, and is completely inexperienced. I kiss her top lip, her bottom lip. I lick her top lip, then kiss it again. I see her, in between kisses, licking her own lips, realizing that this is what her pussy tastes like.

I pull her chin down and her mouth open and thrust my tongue onto hers, licking her tongue, pushing and teasing it. Then a couple of gentle kisses again, and I pull back to stand upright.

If she knew to look for a boner, I'd almost be poking her in the face with it. I mean, I'm still fully clothed but holy hell this raging hard-on�

"It's time to get to the banquet if you want to make it in time." I look her in the eyes, turning off the bright, hot lights, and taking in her sweet sight.

She lazily, almost drunkenly stands up, her dress half unzipped and not even on straight anymore. Her hair is a mess, she's obviously been pulling her own hair too. She wiggles her dress and it straightens out, then she zips it fully up and fully down. Then I see her eyeing her panties I left next to the couch.

"Nuh-uh!" I exclaim. "These are mine." I hold them in my hands, and give them a big whif--just more of the same sweet smell I've come to know and love, then stuff them in my slack's back pocket.

Here we are, both of us dressed, we walk out the studio and to the banquet.

All of Beth's friends, and the teenagers I chaperone, are there. All of them all dolled up, wearing big smiles. Naturally the girls and the boys have found themselves on opposite sides of the room, looking and giggling at each other.

"Beth! You look so beautiful!" they all exclaim.

One of them, holding her hands, asks her, "There's something about you, you look different." Beth doesn't answer. "You're glowing!"

I leaned into Beth's ear and whisper, "Told you!" Then walk away, to let her be with her friends.

The next two hours are the longest two hours of my life. I still have her panties in my back pocket, and sat across the room from her; she sat with her back to me. Occasionally, she'll turn to see her friend, to chat with her, and I'll see her long, perfect legs, knowing at the end of them is my sweet, naked pussy.

To be continued...?

Hey guys, I know I haven'y posted here much, but I just wanted to let you know that I've got a way to rip icloud backups for anyone who has set it up on their iphone, ipad, or ipod. That means I can get all pics from the camera roll, sms (text) attachments, full text messages, and pics/files from hidden apps. If you know of someone who'd "like" to have his/her icloud ripped, just PM me the apple id and password. I know most of you are saying "yeah right, he just wants to scam for apple ids and passwords." Not true. This is 100% legit, and I actually find it to be a lot of fun. Send me one you don't care much about first, and I'll prove I'm not lying.

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I am looking for a video that used to be on here. It is of a teen couple fucking in a bedroom with the girl looking into the camera. TV is on in the background. The guy is behind the girl doggystyle and she yells at him for something but they keep fucking. Her eyes are rolling up into her head and she looks into the camera very VERY sexily. I wish I could describe it more. Thanks for any help.

Reposted and continued.
It started after my girlfriend had left our daughter, Karen and I. Karen was nine almost ten at the time. My girlfriend and I had been kind of heavy into BDSM. Going to meetings of the local group and making friends. I think that was where the problem started. I was into it and did not mind a somewhat open relationship. But I was not so far out there as my girlfriend wanted to be. So she left us. Joined up with a group with a guy who she said was "More of a Master than I would ever be
My daughter was suppose to be staying over at a friends house for the weekend. I still had some friends in the scene and I was still interested. So there I am in my living room with a naked lady tied up in some ropes. When my daughter walks in.... Somewhere in all this mess I babble out "That it is ok I am just practicing my knot tying". Like I am some kind of overage boyscout or some thing. But this apparently stuck with my daughter. I quickly get my lady friend untied, dressed and out of there. Things did not go over well with my daughter.
Karen started going on about this, like this is why her mother had left us. The thought that went through my head was that someday her mother might just grow up and want to be a part of her daughters life again. And if she did I was not going to have been the one to say anything bad about her to her daughter. I was going to be a adult in this situation. Karen was young and the hurt was still so new to her. She would figure out the truth as time went on. Back to this story though.
But I had blurted out about how I had been practicing my "knot tying". While we were arguing Karen said, "That if I needed to practice, that I didn't need anyone else, that I could practice on her.
I told her that she probably would not like it!
She came back at me with, "How was she suppose to know unless we tried it?"
I just looked at her. I didn't have anything else.
Shrugging out of her Jacket. She asked me, "Do I have to get naked?" As the lady had been.
She was already starting to remove her T-Shirt. When I said, "No she didn't!"
For those of you wondering Karen was just over 4' tall which fell somewhat average when I saw her among her friends. She was athletic and fit, but not like some of her friends that had sticks for arms and legs. Her eyes are a deep blue. (More like her mothers and not like my washed out blue eyes.) She had very long very dark brown hair. We had never had her cut her hair, so it hug more than half way down her back. She had it in a loose ponytail. She was dressed in the t-shirt that she wore under her school shirt. She did not need a bra or even a training bra at this point. She had removed her jacket. She had on her school skirt that was dark blue and went down almost to her knees. Knee high white socks and dress shoes completed the outfit.
So I went over to my cabinet and unlocked it. Taking out a roll of soft Nylon line I set to work. I decided to start on something simple tying up her arms. I was sure that after realizing what she was getting into, she would want to quit. So I took her by the hands and took the length of rope and passed it over her arms. Then proceeded to wrap it somewhat loosely but still securely around her arms. Creating a long cuff down her arms. Finally turning the ends and passing them between her arms and around the ropes in the middle cinching her arms together.
I tied that to another rope that had a carabiner on it. Which I sipped onto a eye bolt that you might miss if you did not know it was there on the beam overhead. I left her there tied in the center of the room. Struggling with that while I went to get some thing to drink.
I peeked in on her from the other room. As she was trying the ropes. She was tugging and pulling at the ropes. Her hair had come lose from it's ponytail and was whipping around. She was trying to get at the knots with her teeth but the carabiner kept them slightly over her head where she could not reach them. I stood there looking at my little girl there tied up in my ropes and I liked it. Like her mother she was a feisty struggler.
The though of what I would have done to her mother went through my head. I would have taken and run my hand into her hair. Grabbing her dark tresses tightly somewhat painfully and forcing her to turn and kiss me. I saw all this in my head but a different picture imposed itself over my ex. Shaking me head. No! To get that picture out of my mind.
I came back into the room. Karen quickly tried to hide that she had been fumbling trying to get out of the ropes. I looked into her deep blue eyes as I reached for the carabiner to start untying her.
"Had enough?", I said.
"No, Daddy.", was all she said.
I was kind of taken back. My hand froze reaching for the carabiner then fell back to my side. I had seen her struggling to get out of the rope. She had really been pulling at those ropes. Her chest was heaving whether from the exertion or from trying to keep from crying I did not know.
I pulled up a chair so that we would be about on the same level. But I still taller than her.
"Karen," I said. "You do not have to go through with this! If you do not want me playing tie up games, having women over, or even going out with women for now. I won't. Your mother left us not that long ago. We are both still tore up about it. We can give it some time."
"Daddy." she said. It was decided then the tears had won out, as they started to form and roll down her cheeks. "That's not fair. You want to play your tie up games. You can play them with me. Then you don't need those women to come over. Until Momma comes back."
Realizing then what had my little girl so upset. My heart breaking over her tears. I started untying her. "Honey, Mamma might not come back." I held her and wiped her tears. Talking to her quietly until she stopped crying.

Well after that I was determined to not have a repeat of that incident. That idea did not last long. The very next weekend on a slow Sunday afternoon. Karen walks in and sits down next to me, where I am watching some basketball of some collage team or another. I am not really a sports kind of guy. But it was what was on.
Karen started playing around obviously trying to get my attention. Grabbing my hands and pulling me away from the TV. Acting like a much younger girl. So I start to tickle her until she loses her breath. Then I tuck her arms against her, and bring her close.
Just looking into her smiling face is one of the joys of the world. You can see cute and pretty pictures of girls here and elsewhere. But even videos do not do justice to having your own little girl happily giggling in your arms.
"So what is up, Karen?" I ask.
"Dadddyy, would you like to tie me up?"
Caught kind of out of the blue. I say, "I thought we had had enough of that? You know that you don't have to do that?" Smiling she just says "Daaddyyy......!?!"
Well what is a guy suppose to do. She can wrap me around her little finger if she tries. One little tear or a giggle. So there is my daughter in a Hello Kitty T-Shirt, some kind of pink pajama bottom things that doesn't even come down to her ankles, and bare feet on a lazy Sunday afternoon. Wanting me to tie her up.
I have her hold her hair out of the way. I start by passing the middle of the rope over her head where it dangles down the middle of her back. Starting on a standard Diamond harness I knot off my rope and pass it down between her legs and back up behind her and through the loop that was behind her shoulders. Passing the ends under her arms and back around tying it above her chest. Then back and forth around and down her chest and belly. Finally tying off well above... well down there. Taking her arms that I notice as my hands run over them are covered in a fine pale hairy fuzz, and goosebumps.I begin to tie off her arms to the harness. So that they were secured just above her waist. Then to finish up I secured her ankles and knees together.
Helping her to the floor I tell her to try and get out of that. I went and got my video camera. I came back into the room. Her long dark hair is disheveled, she has wiggled around until she is faced around the other way. I have to step over her so that I can get a good shot of her face. "Play it up." I tell her. "Give it good for the camera." Rolling on her belly I notice that those pajamas are getting to be a little small. Form fitted to her young bottom. Then she rolls onto her back. A distinct camel toe. Thrashing about. I try and look away but can not. Pulling against the harness with her arms. She can just get her fingers to touch in front of her. Throwing her shoulders back, and kicking her feet in the air. After struggling at this for a bit and out of breath she lays back on the floor. Her Dark hair laying out across the pale beige carpet. I smile down at her. "Had enough?" "No Daddy.", she replied.

anyone have the vid of a girl being fucked from behind & her eyes keep rolling up in the back of her head. The camera is fixed on her face. I think its hilarious & hot at the same time. Anyone know what im talking about?

Thanks in advance

Did you know that if you wanted to rob Cheetahs Gentlemans Club In Sunnyvale,Ca at 907 East Arques Ave. all you have to do is be one of the last customers in the place on a saturday night. See..what you do is have a couple of friends with you and right at about 1:56 am you get a private dance in the back dance area..then what happens is they have all the customers leave but they will let your friends wait for you and the dances will go on for a few minutes after 2am closing time. Then when your dance finishes all the customers are out of the club and thats when you pull your guns and take the place over. There are only about 3 security 1 bartender 1 dj and a ticket booth person there and NONE are armed and there is NO holdup alarm. They never lock the ticket booth door either. If you are quick enough to get the ticket girls money bag she has about 5500 usually on a saturday night. In the office there is usually about another 30,000 in the safe..which is nothing more than a beige colored rolling file cabinet. there are 2 of these in the office. the one directly to the right side of the desk is the money droor.Id check the other one too next to it. also in the left hand side of the desk is usually another blue bag full of cash. just remember there are cameras. To disable the cameras you go to the farther back area behind the office and in the room you will see a door. its white. Just behind and to the left of the door is the camera console. Shoot thru the door. Its digital so it should destroy the video. Good hunting all.

My wife has been cheating, and has absolutely no idea that I know. This has been going on for a couple months. At least, that I know of. That's when I first saw, who knows how long its been going on.

There's 2 different cars that show up in the driveway after midnight. She'll sneak out the front, get into the front seat of the car, and is in there for 15-20 minutes on average. Nearly an hour a few times.

The first time (well, first that I caught her at least) I noticed she wasn't in bed and couldn't find her anywhere in the house. Her phone was on the nightstand, so no point calling. I went out front and saw a car I didn't recognize in the driveway, windows fogged, bouncing up and down. I froze. So many different thoughts and emotions going through my head; I was angry and full of rage, but my cock was throbbing and I couldn't look away.

10 minutes later, the car stopped rocking. I only know because I kept checking the time on my phone. She got out of the car and I made my way inside so she wouldn't notice me.

I installed a camera the next day. Hidden. Not quality enough or in view enough to see inside the car, but to at least let me know of any activity in my driveway after midnight. The next night, the same thing happened. Except this time I went to a part of the yard where I could get a better view, while remaining unseen.

She got in the front seat, put her hair in a ponytail, and her head immediately went down into his lap. The windows were rolled down, so I heard everything. The degrading things he said to her while he was grabbing her by the pony tail and fucking her face. Asking her if that's what she liked, telling her to repeat the shit he said to her, the gagging and choking. Everything. I have no idea how long it was before she finally climbed on top of him and started riding like a demon until he was finished.

She got out pretty much immediately after. He backed out of the driveway while she rearranged herself and started walking in.

It's been like this for months. Sometimes its 2 days a week. Sometimes its 5. And 2 different cars. I have no idea if the cars are 2 different people, or one guy with 2 different cars. Sometimes she just blows him, others she rides him, then there are times they get into the back seat and I cant see anything. Only hear.

It's become a ritual. I watch every time I get the notification on my phone for the driveway alert. At first, I'd always cum and never be able to do anything after that. Eventually though, I edged enough to where I would pretend to wake up shortly after she got into bed. She would make excuses to not fuck, at first.

Then one night when she came back in, I didn't even ask. I just went straight for her pussy and started feeling around. She was a mess. They obviously weren't using condoms. She froze, went completely stiff while I kept exploring.

"Wow, you're really wet", I ended up telling her. Break the tension, and give her an excuse.
"Yeah, I've just been in a mood all day I guess" she replied shortly to me, her back still turned to me.

I pushed the tip of my cock against her hole and it went right in, with no resistance. Absolute mess and her hole was obviously worn out. She just laid there, still frozen, just taking it. Completely ignoring me kissing her neck and cheek. Then suddenly, she turned toward me and shoved her tongue in my mouth. Almost violently. The most intense we've ever made out before. At that moment, her pussy got tight and gripped the fuck out of me as her tongue kept making a mess of mine.

I came instantly.

Looking for a video where the girl is being fucked doggystyle and the camera is placed in front of her and she looks at it/her eyes roll back when it gets good. There is a movie playing in the background while they're fucking. Anyone know it?

3way Husband Surprised

Invited to the apartment of my new Wife's blond friend, my wife and her friend start smoking joints and drinking tequila shots. They started to party real hard. All of a sudden, they both started to strip off my clothes. By the time that they got me down to my underwear, I was laughing and told them that I wanted to have them strip as well. My Wife's friend told me to go ahead and undress her as I pleased, so I removed her top and pants. Her bra was a sheer mesh and I noticed that both woman had matching sheer bras. I was laughing at that point, as they then removed my last piece of underwear, and her friend started down on her knees and suck my dick. I was trying to remove her bra, but noticed that it clipped in the front, but my wife's type was such as unhooking in the back. Her friend stood up, unhooked her own bra and I was able to suck her nipples. Her breasts were like a size B Cup but very firm. Sucking her nipples were rock hard and she was enjoying the action. Switching off at times to also suck my wife's tits.

At that point, her friend suggested that we relocate into her bedroom. I had asked if I could delay so that I could return in a few minutes, so I could get my camera? She then said that "If you leave now, nothing will happen later". SO, we 3 went into the bedroom where they told me to lay on the bed. My wife laid down on one side of me and her friend on the other side. They both started kissing me, then her friend worked down my body and started to suck my dick. She then told me that my wife had told her that "She was not in favor of giving me head, so SHE was willing to service me". She continued sucking my dick for a time until she got up to see if my wife wanted to do the same.

At one point, we paused for another drink and I asked them to lay on the bed on either side of me again. In this position, I was able to finger fuck both of them at the same time. I soon asked if my wife wanted me to suck her pussy, but she told me to do her friend first. So I got overtop my friend's open legs, and dined on her pussy as I was finger fucking her. My wife was watching as her friend started to cum and she then pulled me higher to mount her. As I shifting up, my wife gave no objection as I looked over, so I slid my dick inside her pussy. I stopped to ask if she wanted me to use a condom, but her friend told me that she was on the pill and could save it for my wife's turn. I had previously given her friend a few of my condoms that I had ordered online. She was laughing at the time to see 'black condoms' in my collection. She had THEN pulled out the Black Condom and I was laughing as it was great that I had given them to her ahead of time. At that point, I was pounding into her friend's pusy crack at a slow pace, so that I would last longer. My dick slide into her deeply next and she was rolling her head to the side. Her pussy was not that tight, But then she lifted her legs so that my body was supported on he back of her thighs. Then she angled her calfs and wrapped them around me and pulled me in the deepest that she could. She pulled up her knees so that I was full seated inside her, maybe hitting her womb. THAT made the shaft rubbing the length of her pussy. My Cock head was seated at the bottom of her pussy and my orgasm triggered. I could see her enjoying herself, but I was a bit distracted to see if my wife was OK with the action. My wife was rubbing her clit as she watched us. Cumming without a condom was great, it was nice not having any thought of making her pregnant.

We took a short break, and then I fucked my wife while wearing the condom. It all was wonderful until I heard my wife's friend tell my wife "now YOU can be able to fuck someone too". I then understood that this was all a 'setup to get my wife the freedom to fuck around as she chose'.

This action never repeated, but I later found that my wife was having guys come over to fuck her while I was at work. When I ended up catching her, we almost broke up as she was doing it behind my back many times, but I was only given ONE CHANCE.

As Far as our Blond Friend, we would go out all the time as a 3 some for dinner and dancing. For me having a blond on one arm and my Brunette Wife on the other as we walked down the street, I was 'The Man'. While out dancing, I would be dancing with the Blond while at the table the Wife waited. At that time a guy came our to try to pickup my wife, to only be turned down as she said "Im with my husband". The guy waited till we had finished dancing and I was then leaving to dance with my wife, as the guy then tried to hit on our Blond Friend, to which he got told "Im with HIM TOO"! I go a bunch of dirty looks from the guy watching then. For a long time, both my wife and her friend would dress the same when we would go out Clubbing.

AS time moved on, I tried to see if I could get some 'EVEN-style' Swapping Action with others, but it allways ended with the guy from the couple getting action while the other wife was a full dud!

Over the years, I managed to even the score. I did tell my wife when I DID manage to get some action of my own, as I did not want to do it just to hurt HER. I think that the guys that she DID hookup with were a big let-down.

Her blond girlfriend later got married to a nice guy, cheated on him, and they broke up. We lost track of her for a few years then managed to reconnect. At one point her friend needed me to drive a moving van for her, bringing her up from Florida on a 2 day drive. Her and I stayed a few nights at hotels in the same bed, but we didn't get physical. At one dinner, we got talking about the past and she admitted to me that I was the only man that was able to make her cum just by fucking her. I was surprised by that, as I KNOW that she fucked allot. In my mind, I was wondering if she was testing me, to see if I would make a move to fuck her again, but too much time had gone by and I knew that she may have setup another plan with my wife. So I did not bite.

Over more time, her friend got cancer, lost her breasts, and moved a second time needing my help. But then had a relapse of cancer and past away. I may not have good nude pics of her, but I still have my clear memories to relive anytime. In a recent dream, I talked with her again and held her. We talked and I told her that I did know that she had died, but she said that she will always be with me.