https://stumblingfillies.blogspot.com/2024/02/doctors-office.html Jules, her senses swimming in a haze of rum and laudanum, felt the world tilt and sway as she straddled the doctor’s lap. Her fingers, clumsy from intoxication, fumbled with the fabric of her undergarments, but the doctor’s steady hands guided her, peeling away the last of her clothing with a practiced ease. The cool air of the office kissed her bare skin, sending a shiver through her that mingled with the warm, pulsing heat in her core. She giggled, a soft, breathy sound, as she caught her reflection in the nearby mirror—her cheeks flushed a deep rose, her brown hair tumbling loose from its pins, framing her face in wild waves. “Easy now, Jules,” the doctor murmured, his voice low and soothing, though there was an edge of hunger in it that made her pulse quicken. His hands settled on her hips, steadying her as she swayed atop him. His cock, hard and ready, pressed against her inner thigh, and she let out a small, ...
Capt. Dunsels is at this link: Dunsels Work One I really like is this single image, and I was able to extend it some. Before Marty could respond, but who should appear. Not Santa, but Aubrey's mother, and in a purple strapless dress. Aubrey, pooh, thass nod wine in yer glass? Nooo mom Audrey said drinking her glass to hide the evidence. You know, Liz, maybe we should let Aubrey drink. Whad? Nooo! Whad? Yezz! Hear me out, Liz. If we let Aubrey drink tonight at the party, she can see what it's like and learn how to drink responsibly, where we know she'll be safe and no one will take advantage of her. Yah, mom. Liyke uncle Matty says. Heyyyy liz, yoo godda sry thiss mepperpint sshnapps. oh heyyyy aubrey, maddhew. Yoo shud sry it too! Sammy, nooo, Aubrey is only eighddeen! Sammy had already poured a large measure in Aubrey's glass, her dress green velvet, with a high slit up each side that made underware impossible. Shes ann adult...
Part 1 https://stumblingfillies.blogspot.com/2023/02/tropical.html Part 2: The sun cast a molten glow over Natalya’s bare skin, each droplet of water shimmering like liquid fire as it clung to her curves. The world was a feverish blur, her senses submerged in a heady cocktail of rum, weed, and the pulsing, sensual rhythm of the R&B track vibrating through the air. Her head spun in a delicious spiral, the intoxication wrapping her in a warm, velvety haze, every movement slow and syrupy, as if she were swaying through a dream. The poolside was her private sanctuary, and in this moment, every thought dissolved into a primal thrum of desire. Her fingers quivered as she fumbled for her vape, the device nearly slipping from her grasp before she brought it to her lips, inhaling deeply. The sweet, earthy vapor curled through her, stoking the fire that burned low in her core. Her cocktail glass, slick with condensation, wobbled in her hand, the ice clinking as she took a long, ...
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