Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Like A Blue Shell:>Ep1

Intro: Two couples compete, but will they cheat? Read and enjoy..

"Ah, the blue shell. There may be no better metaphor for the bleakness of life. One minute you're cruising along, on top of the world, and then... BAM, you're totally hosed. Just when you thought you had it in the bag, life throws a blue shell." - Kotaku

"Oh fffffffFFFUCK!"

Tim's girlfriend Taylor writhed and shook as she drove herself down on his cock. God DAMN that girl was amazing. Watching the lithe brunette work herself up and down -- her little titties wobbling, brown hair flinging into her face -- just looking was almost enough to make Tim cum. Let alone the splendid snatch currently squeezing his cock so wet and wonderful.

I am the luckiest man alive, Tim thought.

Taylor wasn't a supermodel, but she had a pretty face and a tight body with a mischievous smile that just made her oh so wantable. Tim had long ago decided that this was it: Taylor was "the one." He hadn't proposed or anything -- they were both only 24 -- but Tim knew. He'd never be with anyone else.

"Oh God I'm going to cum so fucking HARD!" Taylor cried. Her motions slowed and she leaned forward. She dragged her long, tight nipples through Tim's thick chest hair.

"M... me too," he groaned. "Just warn me when, OK?"

Taylor was so close, Tim didn't want to stop her now. But he could feel his pleasure racing breakneck and he couldn't exactly stop that either. Tim knew that filling her up with his fertility was not an option. No matter how badly his body was demanding he should.

morning had come out of nowhere. They'd woken up and suddenly Taylor was on

on her haunches, driving her perfect ass down like a fucking fuck machine. "Oh... Here it...

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

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at the bar. God dammit she'd been

whoever the fuck it was, they were fucking

wonderful cock and she'd... Well it wasn't too late yet, Taylor thought, she'd just get rid of whoever was at the door and then get right back to where she'd left off. "That's probably Steve," Tim said, "Man, he's really

Wait. What?

said, now standing and stretching, "I told you they were coming over to watch

he was funny and knew he was handsome and

sweater. She felt her pussy squelching as she walked through the living room. Her whole body was still screaming for it's hard-earned release and Taylor was already coming up with clandestine plans to sneak into the bathroom and rub her aching sex to

quickly dragged her hand through her hair, put

Molestieur -- smothered whatever remained of Taylor's good mood. Taylor kind of understood why Tim liked Steve -- it had to feel like hanging out with one of the popular kids. But Taylor hated the popular kids and that's

apartment. A girl with blonde hair and apple-pink cheeks followed him. The girl was cute, Taylor supposed. She waved in Taylor's direction

this is Swifty," Steve

Avril Lavigne if she were forced to pick. Taylor didn't like Swift's music, either. Or, really, anything about the poppy, overly popular blonde. But since she was named Taylor, that was enough