IsabellaRose

granted, but you're sharing it with an 800-pound tarantula. I wish I could experience a real life hentai tentacle banging just once

nudists (apparently want DreamsnThings as much as everyone else does)

You died due to that avalanche everyone warned you about.

yaaawwwnnnn....

Punishing torture

I'm not picking up after you anymore... are you coming in here to put this dead body back in the freezer? At least two more times, maybe three.

...decided to engage in a little fornication. They tricked one of the men into...

Kiss it again! I wanna see how you kiss that mannequin! Pretty please? One day, all this (blank) will be yours.

She swallowed hard, her stomach wanting to push everything back up, but she held it down and took it all despite the discomfort. When she finally backed her mouth off of his long cock, it was with a retching sound as she gasped in air and breathed heavily trying to catch her breath. Saliva and cum drooled from her mouth down her chin and onto her bare breasts. She grasped his cock in one hand hoping to keep him from pulling out, and before she had even caught her breath, she was licking him clean. If anything, she was a completist, and wouldn't feel right leaving him covered in such a mess. Her tongue and lips settled into the smooth confidence of experience as she worked over every millimeter of exposed cock, cleaning it thoroughly. When she was done, she smiled, pleased that she was able to take the whole thing and give satisfaction. She gave the tip a little kiss, and then took one of her notes from the toolbox and wrapped the vellum around his shaft, then tied it with a narrow, red ribbon. She grinned at the silly look of him with the note tied around his cock and let out a little giggle, one she hoped no one would recognize from hearing her voice someplace public. She rarely giggled in her public life; her job required a reserved and serious demeanor. But still, someone might have once heard, and she would hate to be outed so soon into her fun.

She sucked the long shaft deep into her mouth, encircling it in warmth, her mouth a veritable hothouse. Her tongue slid along the length, around the shaft, massaging his rock hard member. She sucked with intensity, giving him everything she possibly could with her mouth, finally taking him deep into her throat, feeling his head lodge in her gullet, making choking sounds as mascara ran down her cheeks from the involuntary tears. Her throat constricted around his head, squeezing it tight as she did her best to control her gag reflex. She forced herself closer to the wall, forcing him deeper into her own throat, feeling the muscles lining her esophagus squeeze him from the top of her throat down. She gagged and nearly wretched, but she kept him there, her throat tensing and clenching around his cock, milking him as she felt her body's desperation to expel the monster lodged behind her tongue.

I'd turn on the camera I always keep by my bedside.

Did he ever leave?

A cock poked through the other hole opposite where the first one had appeared. She watched as inch after inch slid into her stall, and let out a small "eep" sound when she saw how long it was, how thick and veiny. She grinned to herself and wrapped her lips around the head. She sucked it in, then slid back off, then down further, then almost off, up and down his shaft she went, coating it with her saliva. She worked as if she were in a competition, performing to the best of her ability. Her lips were tight around the shaft, her tongue swirled around the head as she sucked it in, slid along the underside when he was pressed into the back of her throat. When Zack asked if she wanted to meet, she blushed. That was against her rules. She couldn't reveal her identity. If they knew a woman of her stature was secretly giving blowjobs in a public restroom... She reached into the toolbox and pulled out one of her pre-printed, rolled notes and stuck it in the hole. It poked out the other side so Zack could see it. The paper was quality vellum, tied with a narrow, red ribbon that perfectly matched the shade of lipstick she had left on his cock. The note said simply, "you have been kissed by the blowjob bandit" and was signed by her lips pressed to the paper leaving a lipstick kiss. The whole time she retrieved the note and pushed it through the hole, her lips worked Jeff's shaft coming through the other hole.

The woman in the stall felt his thrusting become more urgent and knew it was close. He exploded into her throat and she swallowed, spurt after spurt of hot cum poured down her throat. she gulped it down, then gasped for air when he was finished. She wiped her lips after he pulled out and waited for the next person to stick a cock through one of the two holes.

When she heard other stall door close and the sound of moaning and stifled giggles, she assumed there must be other glory holes in here. She wished she'd known about them; then she wouldn't have needed her tools. She shrugged and kept sucking on Zack's cock. Her lips slid up and down his shaft, warm and wet as she bobbed her headed up and down. She didn't stop or take a break, working him like a pro, sucking him deeper with every downward movement until she felt his head tap the back of her throat. She tried not to gag and managed to hold it off until she slid back down to the tip. Gasping in a deep breath, she sucked him back into her throat, feeling him swell, blocking her windpipe as her throat constricted around his head involuntarily. She held him there, gagging, eyes watering, throat squeezing his cock...

When the cock poked through the hole it was exactly what she had hoped for, nice and thick with enough length to give her something to work with. She wrapped her lips softly around the head and sucked up to the tip until it popped out of her mouth. Her lips quickly locked back around it and sucked it in a bit deeper, then slid almost all the way back off. She sucked it slow and sensually, moving her lips up and down the shaft, letting her tongue swirl around the length as she sucked back and forth. She didn't want to engage her hands, but part of her wanted to grab it and jerk it into her mouth, see how fast she could make him cum... but no. This was just for fun, not a competition. She sucked him deep and moaned on his cock sending vibrations up his rod and into the rest of his body. Idly, she wondered who was on the other side of the wall.

A lone female with a cap pulled down low over her eyes, dressed in a workers coveralls several sizes too large for her, and carrying a toolbox enters the mens room. She looks around to make sure no one is here, then enters the middle stall. She locks the door and sets the toolbox on the floor. Opening the box, she pulls out a cordless drill with a 3" diameter drill bit and swiftly and quite loudly drills a hole through the wall into the stall to her left. Turning, she drills a hole in the wall to her right as well. She puts the drill away and sands down the rough edges on the two holes, then places a soft, plastic insert into each hole so anything stuck through won't get chafed by the wall. She sneaks into the stall to her left with a sharpie and writes "free blowjobs" over the hole with an arrow pointing down. She moves to the right stall and writes "get it wet" over this hole, then returns to the middle stall, closes and locks the door, and strips off the coveralls. She wears nothing under the coveralls, and the cool air raises goosebumps on her skin. She stands in the stall on impossibly high heels, and waits.

i wonder the same thing.

Ask, "did you bring the pizza? this was supposed to be a party!"

open thighs

Did someone say Ghost in the Machine?

It's those shoes. I can't stay with someone whose shoes are so hopelessly out of style.

insert Tab A into Slot B... in my pants.

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