Cheyenne Fanning
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Stories (6/0)
Filling the Delivery Driver
"The garage door is open. Use the door in the garage if nobody is out." The delivery directions read which weren't really out of the ordinary as a lot of people had been actively working in their garages lately. Most of the customers who left directions like this did so to avoid their dogs going off, so Cheye didn't think anything of it and proceeded to head out for the house. It would probably be her last delivery of the night as she was only covering rush and it was slowing down.
By Cheyenne Fanning6 months ago in Filthy
Hiking Fun
Emily tied her shoes and grabbed her bag as she walked out the door to get in her off roader and head out to the hills outside of town for a hike. It was a nice afternoon, so she’d decided to wear her tight green running shorts with a pink and white mesh top. The outfit was perfect for showing off her toned body as the bottoms hugged her plump ass and left her legs free to tan and the top hung off her perky C cup tits. There was truly little left to the imagination, and she felt no need to hide her body. In truth the allure of the outfit was intentional because there had been a well-muscled attractive man out there running about the same time that Emily had been getting there the last couple days. While it would be fun to try and get his attention, she really didn’t think it would lead to anything more than some fun teasing him even from a far.
By Cheyenne Fanning4 years ago in Filthy
Moana
After returning the heart of Te Fiti, Maui got back on Moana’s boat and they decided to ride together for a while. They had grown so close during their adventures that it wasn’t a hard choice to make. Once they were on course Maui pulled Moana on to his lap. It confused her to feel something hard poking her from under his leaf clothing and she squirmed awkwardly. He held her in place with one arm and slowly slid the other under her tan woven skirt. He used the slit up the side to easily rest his hand on her inner thigh. “Let me teach you something more than how to use a boat,” he stated gruffly.
By Cheyenne Fanning4 years ago in Filthy
His Desire
She packed her bags and prepared to go visit her boyfriend for the weekend as she had done many times before over the last couple of years. This weekend, however, would be different because she was finally ready to give him something he had wanted more than almost anything else over the years, a baby. It had been a couple of months since she stopped taking her birth control and she'd been tracking her cycle to guarantee that her visit to him was during her most fertile time. They had tentative plans to explore various activities this weekend, but she doubted that they would leave her hotel room much at all. As she finished her preparations to leave she made sure she had the new lingerie she'd just got packed and headed out on her way.
By Cheyenne Fanning4 years ago in Filthy
Crashing on Her Couch
Christine woke up randomly in the middle of the night horny as hell and almost reached for her favorite toy without thinking about it before remembering that her friend was sleeping on the pull-out couch in the living room. An idea occurred to her; she was going to seduce her shy friend instead of relieving herself of stress. Since Christine slept naked, she was out of the bed and tiptoeing into the living room and crawling under the covers with him before any doubt could cross her mind. Danny stirred slightly in his sleep as the bed moved with the additional weight but stayed asleep laying on his back. In a matter of moments, Christine has pressed her naked body against his shorts clad one and slowly moved her hand under the waistband of his pants. While gently nibbling on his ear, she wrapped her hand around his semi-erect penis and stroked him to full hardness. He moved again, but still not fully awake made no objections. Getting braver, Christine sat up and using both hands slowly tried to inch his shorts down to release his cock from its confines.
By Cheyenne Fanning4 years ago in Filthy
Workout Buddies
I don’t know what possessed me to agree to going to the gym regularly, but Zach was my friend and it gave me time to complain about everyday life and a friend to workout with. It’s not that I don’t want to get in shape, I just don’t like going to gyms. Today as I get ready to go meet him, I can’t help but inwardly groan because I’m just sexually frustrated and know that working out is only going to make it worse. I make up my mind to wear a bright pink thong and matching low-cut sports bra, that pushes my DD’s into some flattering cleavage, with loose fitting extra short black shorts and flowing gray tank top that hangs off my boobs perfectly. If I’m going to be sexual frustrated today, I’m going to make sure my friend is too.
By Cheyenne Fanning4 years ago in Filthy