naughtylinda's blog Profile | Galleries | Favorites | Fanbase | Clubs | Comments | Blog Write a story about me. (Real)Recently an ex prisoner moved in next to my house. He has his drunk friends over from time to time. Write a story about me living nrxt to him and that could happen.. (Can send pics of me and him)     Posted on : Jun 20, 2025     Add Comment EmersonDarcy Comments: 604 Commented on Jun 20, 2025 Weeks pf sexual tension. Weeks of flirting. It was over. He was here, in her room, naked with his muscles and tatoos and scars. She mounted him. Tom saw in her wild eyes a passion that was erotic as it was violent. It was incredible and he had had enough. He leaned forward and kissed her hard. She began to protest, but their tongues danced and muscles relaxed. He wrapped his arms around her torso, running his hands over her shoulders and back. Linda started to grind her hips on his stomach. Tom pulled her back to him though she resisted. Their mouths parted for breath. The words were spoken with their eyes. Quickly, she began to unbuckle his belt as he tugged at his shirt. Shirt off, she raised herself as he pushed down to his knees his pants and boxers. They sought out each other. Her breasts soft and so warm, so responsive to the touch. As soon as Tom's hand was upon them her kisses changed, deeper, more sensual. His eyes traveled from her face to her collar bone, delicate in the semi-darkness, then back to her breasts. Without lingerie they sat lower, more natural, less close together, each so perfect and moulded to her form. Drawing her fingers across its underside, she arrived at the base of his penis, which she held with extreme care. She trailed her fingers along its length, noting with interest its silky texture, right to the tip, which she lightly stroked; and then, she moved back down a little, to take his penis firmly, about halfway along, and pulled it downwards, a slight adjustment, until she felt it just touching her labia. Her hands traversed his chest and stomach to the apex of their union, separating her pussy lips as Tom positioned his cock at its entrance. Lina used her hand to slip Tom inside her. Once she had him deep inside, she began a slow rotation of her hips. “Ah,” he heard the deep purr of her voice. Tom's hands went from hips to the elegant curve of her back, while Linda returned her hands to his chest, nails digging into his flesh as their bodies crashed against each other. Tom wanted to take one of her breasts into his mouth, either one. He was frantic. So many months without a woman... He drove himself harder into her. She was whining with pleasure and that was good. He kept on, slowing himself. She lightly bit his shoulder. She was grinding herself more.  He pushed her knees up higher. Moving his hands, he pulled her head down to him and sucked salt from her tongue and heard the breast-slap, and the splash of upper bodies. Then it was a matter of close concentration. Tom spun his hips and felt electric and desperate and finally home free and she looked at his eyes stung shut and his mouth stretched tight. Her vagina felt warm and at the same time cold. It drew Tom in, and at the same time to press him out. His erection grew larger and harder. It was the strangest sensation, something that went beyond simple sexual pleasure. She moaned hoarsely. Her hips began to buck forward and Tom knew he was getting close. Her nails dug into his chest hair and as she sat heavily on him, he released his seed, she collapsed on him, her damp hair sprayed across his face as her chin nuzzled his neck. She ran a hand through his hair—“that was nice.” she finally said After several minutes of silence, when their breathing returned to normal Tom got up and went into the bath room. He took a shower and afterwards walking into her bedroom with a towel wrapped around his waist found her naked on the bed. “Again,” she said and stretched out her arms like Jesus Christ on the cross. Tom put his head between her legs, nuzzling at first. His stubble was a little rough on the insides of her thighs. Then with his lips, then his tongue, he struck fire. Linda cried out in astonishment, in gratitude at being touched in that right place. She was so wet by the time he had the pillows under her gleaming stomach that Tom went right into her in one long, delicious move. They began slowly. When he was close to coming he pulled his cock out and let it cool. Then he started again, guiding it with one hand, feeding it in like line. She began to roll her hips, to cry out. Her legs dropping back onto the bed. Finally he took it out again. Waited. They began once more and this time do not stop until she cried out and he felt himself come in long, trembling runs, the head of his cock touching bone, it seemed. They laid exhausted, side by side. “How you get the scar?” She asked much later, their bodies cooled but still intertwined. “Fencing” She laughed and put her head back on his chest and they feel asleep as the dawn broke.   ArchieSlocum Comments: 7,703 Commented on Jun 20, 2025 Sex offenders need to live somewhere. Now you know who will most enjoy living near you