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i sucked my friends diçk tonight for literally no reason other.
we were just watching a movie, and there was a scene in the movie that showed a girls boobs, which gave my friend a boner.
i am 20 f, and my friend is 20m, btw.
we are really close good friends, so when he got hard in his shorts, he didnt really try to hide it at all, so it was pretty obvious. i asked him if he usually gets hard that easily, and he said not usually but he hasnt had an orgasm in a while. i asked if he wanted me to suck it for him and he said he would love that.
so my friend took his hard dick out of his shorts, and i went and sat down next to him and started sucking his diçk. we were sitting on the couch so i had kinda a side angle on it, but after a couple minutes i moved to be between his legs to have a better angle. i sucked his diçķ for like 15 minutes.
when he came i held it straight up so it shot his cum up like a volcano as i licked the under side of the head. some of his cum got on my cheek and most of it just went up and came down on himself and my hand.
after his dick got covered in his own cum i sucked it again to clean up the mess, but there was still a lot on his waist, so i brought him a wash cloth to wipe it up.
he was very thankful for the friendly blowjob.
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Telling my boyfriend he's small
Had sex with my boyfriend a few hours ago and after he gave me head and went for missionary, 2 minutes into it and I said " you feel so small" and he was completely erect and his expressions changed so quickly 😭😭.
He tried to fuck me hard after it but I was just giggling. He came on my ass after a few minutes and then I used my vibrator.
i sucked my friends diçk tonight for literally no reason other.
we were just watching a movie, and there was a scene in the movie that showed a girls boobs, which gave my friend a boner.
i am 20 f, and my friend is 20m, btw.
we are really close good friends, so when he got hard in his shorts, he didnt really try to hide it at all, so it was pretty obvious. i asked him if he usually gets hard that easily, and he said not usually but he hasnt had an orgasm in a while. i asked if he wanted me to suck it for him and he said he would love that.
so my friend took his hard dick out of his shorts, and i went and sat down next to him and started sucking his diçk. we were sitting on the couch so i had kinda a side angle on it, but after a couple minutes i moved to be between his legs to have a better angle. i sucked his diçķ for like 15 minutes.
when he came i held it straight up so it shot his cum up like a volcano as i licked the under side of the head. some of his cum got on my cheek and most of it just went up and came down on himself and my hand.
after his dick got covered in his own cum i sucked it again to clean up the mess, but there was still a lot on his waist, so i brought him a wash cloth to wipe it up.
he was very thankful for the friendly blowjob.
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For five years, I paid rent to my landlord every January without missing a single payment.
I worked hard to provide for my family, and my wife always encouraged me to keep up with the payments.
Our landlord was an elderly man named Mr. Anderson. I had only met him twice, and all our rent payments were handled through his property manager.
Last month, I decided to renew our tenancy for another year.
When I asked my wife to bring out the rent money, she suddenly became uncomfortable.
I asked what was wrong.
She looked at me and said, "There's something I've wanted to tell you for a very long time."
I laughed and asked what it was.
Then she placed a bunch of documents on the table.
My smile disappeared when I saw the name on the property ownership certificate.
It was my wife's name.
I looked at her in disbelief.
"How is this possible?"
She took a deep breath and said, "I've owned this entire building since before we got married."
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My Husband's Best Friend Stayed at Our House for Three Nights… and I Discovered Something Unexpected \[FF\]
I had known Daniel for almost eight years before I married my husband, Michael. They had been best friends since university, and because of that, Daniel was practically part of our family.
He was the kind of man who never knocked twice before entering our house, knew where we kept the spare keys, and could open our refrigerator without asking permission.
I never considered him attractive in any particular way. He was friendly, funny and occasionally annoying, especially when he started teasing Michael about his university days.
Everything changed during the second week of September.
Michael had to travel to Chicago for a three-day business conference, and Daniel called one evening asking whether he could stay with us temporarily. His apartment was undergoing some unexpected repairs, and he needed somewhere convenient until everything was sorted out.
I agreed without thinking twice.
The first evening was completely ordinary. We ordered Chinese food, watched a comedy and spent almost two hours laughing about Michael's terrible haircut from university.
Daniel was particularly entertaining.
He remembered stories Michael had completely forgotten and even showed me old photographs from their student days.
The following morning, however, something unexpected happened.
I woke up earlier than usual and went downstairs to prepare breakfast. Daniel was already in the kitchen, wearing an old university T-shirt and making coffee.
He had also prepared breakfast.
"Good morning, sleepyhead," he said.
I laughed.
"Since when did you become a house husband?"
"Since your husband abandoned me with an empty refrigerator," he replied.
We laughed, and I joined him at the kitchen island.
It was surprisingly comfortable having someone around who could hold a proper conversation without constantly checking their phone.
Later that afternoon, I received a message from Michael asking whether everything was fine at home.
I told him Daniel was behaving himself and that I was practically treating him like another husband.
Michael responded with laughing emojis.
That evening, Daniel suggested we watch a movie while waiting for Michael to call.
We chose an old romantic comedy, but halfway through, he suddenly asked me something unexpected.
"Can I ask you a personal question?"
I looked at him.
"Depends on the question."
He hesitated before asking whether I was genuinely happy in my marriage.
I was surprised.
Of all the things he could have asked, that wasn't what I expected.
I told him Michael and I had our disagreements, like every married couple, but we loved each other.
Daniel nodded.
Then he explained that he had noticed Michael becoming increasingly occupied with work and that he sometimes worried I was being left alone too often.
I appreciated his concern, although I reminded him that Michael was working hard for our future.
We continued watching the movie.
The next morning, something happened that completely changed my perception of Daniel.
I discovered that he had quietly arranged something for me.
For months, I had been talking about wanting to visit an art exhibition downtown, but work and household responsibilities kept getting in the way.
Daniel had remembered.
He showed me the exhibition details on his phone and suggested that I finally take a few hours for myself.
I was genuinely touched.
We spent Saturday afternoon exploring the exhibition, discussing paintings, taking photographs and enjoying lunch afterwards.
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The woman sitting next to me on an overnight flight let me rub her pvssy over her pants
I was sitting in the window seat and the woman was in the middle seat. Right after we boarded the flight, we bumped elbows a couple times. It seemed normal though as we were getting situated in our seats.
Close to about the time we were taking off, I felt her leg touch mine. There was the arm rest between us, which was the obvious boundary, but as I looked down I saw her leg crossing beneath it onto my side. Our quads were basically kissing each other.
The lady didn’t move her leg away. It was my space so I didn’t move mine either. We stayed locked in that position while the plane took off and ascended. The acceleration and maneuvering jostled us in our seats, causing us to press into each other more and more.
Side note. To describe her simply, she was strikingly beautiful. But she seemed plenty older than me, maybe by 20 years. She was wearing a puffy black coat with a fur-lined hood. Underneath she had on a gray shirt that gave away the size of her bust. You’d hardly suspect she had huge tits due to her small frame, but I guess they were mostly hidden by her jacket.
The plane stabilized after a while and our legs were touching even more than before. It stayed like that until the flight attendants came around for service.
She adjusted herself, sitting upright to order her food and drink. Consequently our legs finally broke contact. I was honestly starting to get used to the contact so initially, it felt cold. Part of me wanted it back.
After a while we got served our food and drink. She made a comment to me about my choice and I remarked how I almost chose the same meal as her. Once we were done eating, she mentioned that I’d have to try hers next time since she enjoyed it so much.
I told her I would and that was almost the last thing either one of us said to each other for the rest of the flight.
After the flight attendants came around to clear everyone’s trash, I settled in for some rest. The cabin was dim and luckily, this flight was quiet.
I was just getting comfortable when I felt her leg touch mine again. Glancing down, I saw she was encroaching on my seat space again. Oh well.
This time I actually did something about it though. I picked my foot up and spread my legs wider. My leg pushed against hers but she still didn’t budge. At this point, practically every part of our lower bodies were in contact with each other. Hips, quads, calves and all. We might as well have intertwined our legs.
It was slowly becoming a curiosity more than a nuisance. Did this lady not care about personal space? I thought maybe I’d test it.
I glanced at her in my peripherals. Her eyes were closed, apparently trying to get some sleep too.
My hands were resting on my legs. It was a comfortable enough position that I could sleep in. My left hand was awfully close to her leg though, since it had come over to my seat.
I let my left arm go limp like I had fallen asleep, and my hand immediately fell to the side, coming to rest in the crevice between our legs. Still she didn’t move away.
The back of my fingers rested on her leg for a minute or two. I was beginning to think she was already asleep, but at that moment she reached up with her hand and scratched her face. She must’ve been somewhat awake.
So I slowly began testing the waters with my hand on her leg. First I opened and closed my hand a couple times, brushing my fingers against her as I did so. She didn’t respond.
Then, little by little, I turned my hand over so my palm was facing down. My hand was still between our legs but now I could actually feel her. The finger tips of my pinky and fourth finger rested on her leg. I was so nervous to move them. I wanted to though. I wanted to see how far this would go.
I waited for a few minutes like that, thinking at any moment she would brush me off, chastise me, or worse. But none of that happened.
Interr@cial swinging gone wild
My GF has had this ebony best friend since high school. They were both on the dance team together and have, pretty much, been inseparable. I met Jess (my GF) and Candice (her friend) while in college. Jess and I hit it off very well and didn’t take long before we were dating and having crazy sex all the time. Jess has almost a nymphomaniac’s level of s€x drive and, during s€x, has the sluttiest “pure joy” smile on her face while she rides your dick like she’s trying to break it off. She’s even flat out told me that one of the main things that attracts her to me is that I have a big dick (yes, I know every guy says that. But just take my word for it) and that I can put up with her voracious sex drive and am “open minded” in the bedroom…more on that in a minute.
Of course, the topic of sex has come up with them and, since Candice has mainly dated black guys, my Gf asked if the rumor was true about dick size. Candice said, for the most part, she hasn’t noticed a big difference (shes seen big ones and small ones on both sides), but that her current boyfriend who is actually African has the biggest dick she could ever imagine. My GF was immediately intrigued.
After one of our sex bouts, Jess opened up a conversation about our sexual fantasies, reassuring me that she’d have an open mind with whatever I’d say. I told her that, in all honesty, I had a dream where I caught her in a barn fucking a horse and that I stood in secret masturbating. She laughed and then told me that she’s always wanted for two huge dick black guys to destroy her while a boyfriend watched. She’s wasn’t into the guy being humiliated, but watching out of fun. I told her that, actually, that would be very hot and I wouldn’t mind. She then told me that Candice actually has a thing for white guys, and if the white guy has a big dick that’s a plus. There was an uncomfortable pause, then I just asked: “Are you and Candice trying to arrange something?” She laughed and own up to it. Apparently, her and Candice talked it over and wanted to do a “BF swap”, but my GF (being the bbc slut that she is) wanted to be DP’d by two big black guys. Candice always said I was super cute and just wanted white cock. So, I agreed.
Fast forward a couple of months later, and we’re in Candice’s family home. Her African bf is there with another black guy, who’s short and chubby. Her BF was a big dude, like 6ft 4in, and very athletic (her was also as black as night!). After having a few drinks, we changed into bathing suits and went to her parents’ pool (her dad’s a surgeon and very wealthy). Candice’s BF wore a banana hammock style speedo…his dick was giant! It was so big, it was twisted resting in the speedo. The friend who brought over wore a yellow speedo, but he just had a huge bulge that looked like a giant meatball (more on that in a minute). My GF’s jaw dropped, as she turned to look at me with eyes wide open in delight. She whispered to me “Oh…my…GOD! Do you see how big they are!!?? They’re HUUUUUUGE babe! They’re going to break me in half!!
Candice comes out in a string bikini, revealing her sexy waist and huge bubble butt. I always wanted to fuck Candice in the ass. So, my gf getting gangbanged by two huge black guys seemed like a fair trade for me to butt fuck a beautiful black ass like Candice’s. Candice turned on music and started twerking her big ass on my crotch. Her ass moved like it was detached from her body, truly amazing. I looked over to my GF and the guys, as if I was making sure she approved, and I heard giggling. The two guys must have been lusting after my Gf’s big white titties, bc they were already out of her bikini and they were sucking on them (Jess and Candice always joked that, if they were combined they’d be the perfect woman. Bc Jess has big tits and Candice has a big ass).
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My Wife’s New Personal Trainer Knew Something About Our Marriage That I Had Never Told Him [FF]
I had been married to Rachel for eleven years, and I honestly believed I knew everything about her.
We had two children, a comfortable house in Dallas and the kind of marriage most people would describe as stable.
But over the years, our relationship had become predictable.
Work, school runs, dinner, television and sleep.
Nothing terrible was happening. We had simply stopped surprising each other.
In February, Rachel decided she wanted to get back into fitness. She had been complaining about feeling tired and spending too much time sitting at her desk.
I encouraged her and even offered to join her, but she insisted she wanted to start alone.
A week later, she introduced me to her new personal trainer, a 35-year-old man named Adrian.
He was polite, confident and seemed genuinely passionate about his work.
I didn’t think much of him.
Rachel began attending three sessions every week, and within a month, I noticed she was becoming happier.
She started dressing up again, playing music while cooking and occasionally suggesting that we go out for dinner.
I was delighted.
Then one evening, something unusual happened.
Rachel came home laughing about something Adrian had said during training.
Apparently, he had asked her what she used to enjoy doing before marriage and children took over her schedule.
She told him she couldn’t remember.
His response was simple.
“Then perhaps your first assignment should be remembering.”
I laughed when she told me.
But the following weekend, I discovered what he meant.
Rachel had booked a surprise weekend getaway for the two of us.
She had arranged childcare with her sister, booked a hotel outside the city and even packed my favourite clothes.
I was completely confused.
“What brought this on?”
She smiled.
“Apparently, my trainer thinks I’ve been neglecting something important.”
“Your fitness?”
She shook her head.
“Us.”
That weekend changed something.
We spent two days talking about things we hadn’t discussed in years. We revisited our first date, remembered our ridiculous university arguments and laughed about how nervous I had been when I proposed.
On our way home, I finally asked her why she had suddenly become so determined to revive our relationship.
She looked out of the window for a moment before answering.
“Adrian asked me something during our first session. He asked when I last did something that made me feel like myself.”
I listened.
“I couldn’t answer. Then he asked when I last did something that made me feel like your wife rather than just the mother of your children.”
That one caught me off guard.
She continued.
“He didn’t tell me anything bad about you. He simply made me realize that I had stopped making room for myself, and somewhere along the way, we both stopped making room for each other.”
I held her hand.
For once, I didn’t have a clever response.
When we got home, I thanked her for the weekend.
A few days later, I ran into Adrian outside the gym while picking Rachel up.
I shook his hand and told him something.
“Whatever you’re teaching my wife, keep doing it. She’s been smiling more than I’ve seen in years.”
He laughed.
“She’s doing the work herself. I just remind people that fitness isn’t only about changing how you look. Sometimes it’s about getting your life back.”
That statement stayed with me.
The following Monday, I signed up for a couples’ fitness programme.
Rachel nearly fell off the sofa laughing when I told her.
“You? At the gym?”
“Yes. Apparently, I also need an assignment.”
She hugged me.
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BLACKOUT PROTOCOL
A Spider-Man and Jean Grey story
The lights went out across Manhattan at 9:47 p.m., all at once, like a giant had blown out a candle.
Spider-Man was halfway across the Queensboro Bridge when it happened. The streetlamps died. The traffic signals died.
Even the glow of the skyline vanished, leaving only the black river and a thin smear of stars.
"Okay," Peter said to nobody. "Either that's a very big fuse, or somebody's having a very bad night."
Then a voice spoke inside his head, calm and warm.
Spider-Man. It's Jean Grey. Forgive the intrusion. I need you at Lexington and 59th. Now.
Peter nearly fell off his own web line. "Okay, that's new! A little warning next time? Like a knock?"
There are two hundred people trapped in a subway tunnel and the water is rising. I can hold the walls. I can't hold them and dig.
He didn't ask anything else. He swung.
Lexington Avenue was chaos. Sirens wailed from stalled fire trucks, and people stood in the dark street with their phone flashlights raised like candles. At the mouth of the station stairs stood Jean Grey, both hands pressed flat against the air as if holding up a heavy door. Sweat ran down her temple. Beneath the pavement, concrete groaned.
"Tell me," said Peter, landing beside her.
"Electro," she said through her teeth. "He drained the grid, then pushed the surge into the water main. A pipe burst under the station. The ceiling is cracking, and I'm holding it up with my mind, but I can't leave to clear the exit."
"So I dig."
"Four hundred feet down the tunnel. It's buried in rubble." She looked at him, and he saw how tired she was. "Peter, the water is already at their knees."
He hadn't told her his name. He decided that was a problem for later.
He dropped down the stairwell into the dark.
The tunnel swallowed his voice. Water slapped at his boots, cold and fast. Far ahead, a single flashlight beam became dozens, a frightened constellation of people clustered around a stalled train.
Above them the roof sagged, held in place by something he couldn't see, something that hummed against his spider-sense like a plucked wire.
"Hi, folks!" he called. "Friendly neighborhood Spider-Man! I'm going to need everyone to stay calm and keep your elbows to yourselves!"
A kid on his mother's shoulders shouted,
"Is it really you?"
"Only on weekends and holidays!"
He ran the length of the train, webbing the cracked walls as he went, and reached the sealed exit. The rubble was a mountain of broken brick and twisted steel. He planted his feet, took a breath, and lifted.
It was heavy enough to turn his vision white. His muscles burned. Every instinct told him the whole pile would collapse on top of him, and then it didn't, because something else lifted with him, an invisible hand beneath his own, taking the weight.
On three, Jean's voice said.
"You always do the counting?"
Only when it matters. Three.
The rubble parted like a curtain. Cold night air poured into the tunnel, and with it the glow of fire-truck headlights idling above.
They got everyone out in eleven minutes.
Peter carried the last stragglers up the stairs three at a time, and when he climbed into the street with the final child on his back, he found Jean on her knees on the pavement, pale and shaking, a thin line of blood at her nose.
"I'm fine," she said, before he could ask.
"That was a very convincing 'I'm fine.'"
The air crackled. Every hair on Peter's arms stood on end. A bolt of white-blue lightning cracked down the street and slammed into a parked taxi, and out of the smoke stepped Electro, grinning, sparks crawling across his skin.
"You ruined my blackout," he said. "I was enjoying it."
Peter looked at Jean. Jean looked at Peter.
"Please tell me you can ground him," Peter said.
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Brave New World (2026) 👤
My younger sister, whom I practically raised as my own daughter, had an important entrance ceremony.
“Promise me you’ll come, okay?”
Because of that promise, I left work early and hurried to the venue.
But when I reached the company building, I found my sister standing outside by herself.
Her new suit was ripped, and her hair was completely disheveled.
“What happened to you?”
She struggled to hold back her tears before whispering:
“The whole entrance ceremony... it was a cruel prank. None of it was real.”
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Fucking a virgin feels like walking someone through their first lab.
I have to pull out my dick,open her hand, place it on me, and go slow. “This part. This part. This is where it gets sensitive.” She stays red from her chest up the whole time. The explanation takes a few minutes because she keeps looking away.
Then I have her lie back and spread her pussy open. I tell her I’m only going in a little at first. She’s so tense her entrance is clenched super tight nd locked. The second the tip pushes in she gasps and grabs the sheets. Her legs try to close. I have to stay still and talk her through it. “Don’t clench. It hurts more if you do. There… that’s already halfway.”
She’s shaking the whole time. Every so often she whispers, “Does it have to go deeper?” I haven’t even started moving much and her eyes are wet. She’s tight and wet and already at her limit.
Once I actually start thrusting she lasts maybe two minutes before she taps my arm or just can’t take the stretch anymore. After she stops I still have to stay there, holding my hard dick, and tell her it’s okay. Lasting that long her first time is already more than fine.
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What starts as a desperate attempt to get money quickly turns into something far more disturbing. In Pemukiman Setan (2024), Alin and her three friends break into an abandoned house hoping to steal valuable antiques, but everything changes when they discover Sukma chained in the basement. Their decision to rescue her opens the door to a terrifying supernatural nightmare involving dark secrets, black magic, and an ancient evil known as Mbah Sarap. What I find interesting is how quickly their simple robbery turns into a fight for survival. The deeper they dig into Sukma's past, the more frightening the truth becomes. It's the kind of horror story where one seemingly good decision leads to consequences nobody could have imagined.
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彼女の普通の信仰が現実離れしていくのを見て、私は恐怖を感じました。
📸 Saint Maud (2019)
Maud is a quiet hospice nurse whose faith becomes deeply personal after she starts believing God has chosen her for a special purpose. What makes her story so unsettling is how completely she trusts what she believes she is experiencing. You can feel how badly she wants her life to mean something.
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📸 Insidious: Chapter 3 (2015)
This is one of those horror films that reminds me how terrifying the unknown can be. What I like most is how the story builds its fear around Quinn's desperation to reconnect with her mother. She thinks she's reaching out for comfort, but instead, she attracts something far more sinister. The atmosphere, strange encounters and growing tension make even the quiet moments uncomfortable.