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Everyman has fetishes. Mine just happen to be a bit more devious than the rest. I like to enjoy women in their sleep. It first started back in college when I found it so easy to take advantage of drunk chicks after parties. I felt power, control, and total freedom when I had a passed out body before me. I could do whatever I wanted to her, and there would be no complaints, no struggling, and no consequences afterwards. I made it a habit. Now though, instead of waiting for girls to drink themselves to black out, I prefer to give them a little concoction of roofies I mixed myself. The drug would not only render the taker unconscious, but it reduced reflexes and causes amnesia. I took me years to perfect it, but now with a gram of powder I could have hours of uninterrupted fun without any fear the victim would mature wake up or remember what happened. Nightclubs are the perfect places to be. They were louder and more chaotic than bars. Bouncers couldn’t take care of every drunk chick in the building and it was easy to slip indian past them. Tonight I had my eyes set on a small pale brunette I saw sitting in a booth. She was there with some friends, but they were all occupied and busy making out with guys they had met while she sat alone sipping on her cocktail. That made her the perfect victim. Loneliness and alcohol made women vulnerable and prone to making choices. She was definitely my type. Probably around 5’5 and skinny. She had dark, shiny brown hair and a slim jaw. She didn’t appear to have Hardcore huge tits but they looked perky in her blouse. It was clear she wasn’t wearing a bra as any man could see her nipples poking against the fabric of her shirt. Below that was a pair of simple black yoga pants. The outfit was simple, but I liked it. I kept an eye on her as I bought myself a drink and danced a bit to calm my nerves and blend in. When she finished her drink and got up to get another from the bar, I made my move. Her friends were too busy and wasted to really notice and honestly probably didn’t care much with all attention they were getting from the guys with them. I made my way through the crowded floor and next wife to her as she was about to order. Before the bartender could get to her I waived him down first. “Scotch and soda please. No change.”, I said as I slipped him a twenty. The girl shot me homemade a dirty look. Her tail caressing my bare ass and lower back. “I know honey, you’ve been a very good little slut for Daddy and I but tonight we’re taking you to the kennel,” she explained as my eyes went wide. He glanced down at my stiff penis with a little fear, just like many others had, wondering if my pole would fit in their bodily orifices. She turned towards me, catching me masturbating furiously through glazed eyes. Before I tell you about them I have to tell you that the room that I use has been decorated and big full length mirrors put on the walls. Juliana was among them. “It’s that time again, class.” He said simply. "Good. He quickly made his way to his bedroom where his wife was and started unzipping his pants on the way. This thing has been all the way up my dirty ass ever since you left this morning. I twisted them, adding more sensations to the rapture building and building between my thighs. He has the power to save himself right now! “Monu, she is Taneesha. Her coffee-brown skin from her mixed-race heritage almost glowed beneath the stage lights. Thirty minutes later he decides he should take a shower and wash the smell of his sister's sex off of him before Roger gets whiff. Marie's eyes filled with tears as Donny continued, "If I go more than twelve hours without seeing you, I start to feel depressed, and can't sleep. Layla and Sandy exchanged Hardcore a look of unease. When I was finished shooting I turned her over and dove homemade for her pussy. She took my hand and led me upstairs. “How do you imagine this?” I asked. Emily blushed. His eyes rolled back and he sighed, loving the sensation. I wanted to open my eyes so bad but I kept them closed. You can tell me. It’s between you and me.” I indian grew quiet. immediate assistance. “That’s about it, except . . .” 'It turns out; I have no idea what actually to say. “Here” he said, sweeping his arm back towards the other side of the boat “we have a full-sized gas barbecue with a rotisserie large enough for a döner - mature or a sow”. You’re being ridiculous , Heather would tell him. Alkandi took a moment to gasp for air, then plunged back into Yavara, her nose wetting with the moist folds that encased it. It was getting colder and I thought perhaps more humid. Interested I went to it. And then she gives me a big hug. There was a lawn of light green grass that pooled wife to the left of the driveway and curved around to the back yard. She sucked the precum she wiped off my dick and licked it erotically as I watched it. The realization that Daddy had finally used her pussy began to bring on an intense orgasm. A large one from our wedding was prominently placed on the mantle. I . . . “I guess I’m the only one here who doesn’t go for girls.” Tracey said reflectively. She wrapped her legs around his waist, positioning him perfectly at her opening.