Jo. Schmidt
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The Resort
After relieving herself and washing the strangers cum off her face and out of her hair, Andi made her way back to the chair she left Rob at. When she came out of the bathroom, she noticed he was still talking to the man, so she went to the bar and grabbed some drinks for the three of them. Beers for the men and a cocktail for herself. The boys welcomed her back and took their drinks from her, thanking her in the process as Andi sat down on the chair, next to her husband.
By Jo. Schmidt3 months ago in Filthy
The Resort
After two flights, a 5 hour layover, and a boat ride to the private island, Andi and Rob had finally arrived at the resort. La Isla Sensualidad. After checking in and being shown to their room, Andi immediately threw herself on the soft king bed. She was still wearing her long leggings and light sweater that she had worn when they left their apartment in Philadelphia, so she was very warm and ready to change into her swimsuit and hit the pool. Rob tipped the bell man for helping with their bags and once he left and they were finally alone, Rob joined his wife on the bed, climbing on top of her and kissing her.
By Jo. Schmidt4 months ago in Filthy
My Secretary
Marko wasn’t sure on the exact moment he decided he wanted to fuck his secretary, Ashley. Maybe it was when she came into work wearing a tight shirt that showed off her round tits. Or maybe it was when she was wearing a short skirt and he walked in on her bending over trying to fix a paper jam in the copier. Maybe it was the day she had gone across the street to the coffee shop and it started raining so when she returned to work, her white blouse was drenched and her bra underneath was almost completely visible. Or it could go all the way back to the day she was hired.
By Jo. Schmidt4 months ago in Filthy
The Couch
The group was able to keep their composure on the elevator ride up to Joel’s penthouse. Mostly because after they got into the elevator, an older couple that lived in the same building also stepped into the elevator cab with them. They didn’t want to show too much PDA in front of them, but both men did grab their dates ass underneath their dresses.
By Jo. Schmidt10 months ago in Filthy
The Backseat
Joel must have had a car waiting because he sent one text off and within three minutes, he was informing the group that the car was waiting for them outside. Madi and Connie held hands as they walked ahead of Joel and Carson, heading out of the club. Connie’s already super short dress had ridden up which gave the two men a tasty view of the bottom of her ass as they walked behind the girls.
By Jo. Schmidt10 months ago in Filthy
The Dance Floor
It didn’t take long for Madi and Carson to find Connie and Joel on the dance floor. They were more on the edge of the dance floor rather than in the middle where there were a lot less people. Joel was holding Connie close against him as they made out. His hand was completely up her dress, holding onto her ass cheek and Connie had her arms wrapped around his neck. They weren’t even technically dancing, but the people surrounding them paid them no attention.
By Jo. Schmidt10 months ago in Filthy
Trapped
Every single time Nick stepped into the elevator in his apartment building, he feared for his life. The building itself was probably over 100 years old and the elevator had never been replaced. Most of the time he would take the stairs, but on this day, he was carrying a large and heavy box of miscellaneous things he had taken back from his ex-girlfriend’s house. He had just walked eight blocks with it, unable to get a cab so late at night and had no intention of taking one more single step.
By Jo. Schmidt2 years ago in Filthy
Reliving the Past Part 2
Getting through the rest of the evening was next to impossible. My panties were soaking wet from getting finger fucked in the bathroom so continuing to wear them was becoming more and more uncomfortable as I tried walking around and mingling with guests.
By Jo. Schmidt2 years ago in Filthy
Reliving the Past
‘You have got to be kidding me,’ I thought to myself as I read through the papers. I was currently sitting in a staff meeting and we were being prepped for an upcoming event. I work for a large event planning company and the banquet coming up was for owners of lavish food, wine and catering companies we were hoping to put onto our payroll. File folders were handed out containing the names, titles and companies of everyone who would be there. Fourth one in, Vito Brando: CEO of Brando Wine. Also known as my ex-boyfriend.
By Jo. Schmidt3 years ago in Filthy