I want to dye ((a personal hair care story))
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  • Reads 515
  • Votes 28
  • Parts 25
  • Time 2h 47m
Ongoing, First published Feb 05, 2018
I take off my pink hat as Doug Dimmadome enters the room. He says to me "I'm Doug Dimmadome, owner of the Dimmsdale Dimmadick." I giggle at him, he gets closer to me while stroking his white moustache. He whispers into my ear "Let's get this dimmadone." I pull down his pants and boxers at the same time, revealing his huge throbbing erection. I put my buck teeth on his dimmadick, rubbing up and down. He is happy, he is satisfied. He's ready to plow my asshole now, I can tell. He bends me over and whispers into my ear again "Timmy, I'm going in dry!" I scream in satisfaction as I feel his warm cock enter into my uncharted area. He fucks me in so many different positions, eventually he came into my ass. That's the day I became a man. Thanks Cosmo and Wanda.
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She's My Curse

55 parts Complete Mature

"Are you alright, Darling?" Vanya slyly asks as I sit on her lap and she bumps her knee up and down, hitting every sensitive spot. I bury my face in her neck, gasping for air, my nails digging into her back as she keeps lifting her knee towards my core. She's barely doing anything and I'm already a mess, and she knows it. Her hand darts to my neck, gently squeezing the sides of it, leaving just enough space for me to breathe and answer her as she demands that I answer her. "Answer me, Darling. Tell your daddy what's wrong," she demands, forcing me to look into her eyes, never stopping her knee movements. As she presses her knee into my core, she starts moving her knee in small circles, enjoying my quiet whimpers and moans. "I'm alright," I finally answer. Vanya, with a sly smile, roughly kisses me, slipping her tongue into my mouth as I gasp. Her hands drift from my throat to my hips, rolling up my skirt until she can fiddle with the elastic band of my underwear, picking it off my skin and letting go so that it slaps against my skin. I moan at the feeling. Vanya gently lifts my hips, never giving me a chance to break my lips away from hers as she moves my underwear to the side, slipping her dick into me, my walls stretching wide around her, struggling to adjust to her size. I stop her as she starts thrusting deeply and quickly into me, unable to handle the overstimulation. "Come on, Darling. You can take it for me, can't you?" She hisses in my ear. "Now why don't you ride daddy's dick like the good girl you are. Don't worry about being quiet either. My office is soundproof." **** A girl who, as a joke with a friend, who claimed while drunk to possess magic, tells them to prove it. Little did she know she should have been more specific... It's been 200 years since that joke.