I don't understand what's going on.
I purchase a video with credits. The video has been up for as long as ten years but I don't know how long it's been without an owner. Within a few weeks I see that the video was deleted by Admin. No reason or explanation given.
In two cases the video was deleted immediately after I purchased it and then got my credits back. I can only conclude that after purchasing a video, it somehow triggers something and it gets on the Admin's radar and is removed for some reason??? Doesn't say at the request of the copywrite holder.

My mil watched me jack off last night. 
she came to stay with us for a few days, and last night her and my wife were watching some stupid chick flick that couldn’t stand to watch. So I kissed my wife and told them I was going to bed early. I was just going to lay down and play on my phone until my wife came to bed. But you know how it goes when you start scrolling, you run across a picture that makes you look for more and before long you wind up on a porn site. So that’s what happened, I was watching a few clips and got horny. I wasn’t sure when my wife was coming to bed and I didn’t want to wait, so I figured I would just rub one out on my own and get it over with. Well, my bedroom door wasn’t closed all the way, and I was already too settled to get up and shut it so I said fuck it and I continued. Well a couple minutes go by and I’m stroking myself slowly, enjoying the clip I was watching when I heard foot steps come down the hall. My mother in law was on her way to the bathroom, and I knew it had to be her because my wife walks like a bull on a rampage everywhere she goes. I knew it wasn’t her. I probably should’ve stopped and covered myself but when I’m horny I get bold and like to push the boundaries. So I pretended that I didn’t notice her and just kept going. I expected her to notice and pretend like nothing happened, she’s too shy to say anything about it afterwards. But I wasn’t expecting to see her stop just past my door and turn to look back. From her angle all she could see was my lower half, my legs parted with my cock in my hand, but she couldn’t see my face so she assumed I couldn’t see her either. Well what she didn’t see was the dresser mirror beside the bed that let me see down the hall where she was. And her eyes were fixed on my cock. I watched her look over her shoulder to make sure my wife was still watching the movie but then she went back to watching me. So I gave her the best show I could. I was shaking it and stroking it hard while watching her out the corner of my eye. She stayed in the hallway watching until I finished. Normally I would just finish in a tissue and keep it clean but since she wanted a show I let myself blast cum into the air and all over my stomach. I could see that she was breathing as hard as I was when I finished. She must have enjoyed what she saw. Then she turned and went to the bathroom and stayed in there for a few minutes before coming out. I don’t know for sure but I like to think she was in there rubbing her pussy after the show. I gave it some time after she returned to the movie and I walked in there pretending I just wanted to get a drink so I could see how she acted, but she ignored me completely. So I walked over and kissed my wife good night. And made it a point to pat her shoulder and gave her a peck on the cheek like I often do just to have a reason to touch her. I was wondering if she would shy away from my dirty hand, but instead she actually gripped it tightly and smiled at me and said good night sweetie. I believe she enjoyed it as much as me. I can’t wait to try that again.

I confess I “accidentally” sent my oldest brother a video of one of my girlfriends licking  my pussy.  (we are both adults and married).  I told him I was embarrassed and that he should delete it because it was meant for her husband and he laughed it off and said he deleted it immediately and didn’t even watch it.  The very next day he sent me a follow request from a brand new “fake” IG account pretending to be someone else and sending me pics and vids of his dick and I’ve done nothing but encourage it.  It’s been a few months now and I’ve sent him pictures and videos of all the wildest things I’ve done over the last few years and trust me I’ve done some crazy things and I love it every time he sends a video back of him playing with himself while he’s watching me do things I bet he never imagined and the best part is he can never say anything because he still thinks I’m clueless 😈

Do you think my girlfriend rides dick behind my back?

I act all masculine in public (I’m an FTM) but in private I fantasise about getting fucked like any other female.

Worst of all is that I fantasise about being fucked back into womanhood by a misogynistic man who wants to put me back in my place.

Hubby giving our French foreign exchange student a proper fuck. 

she’s getting sluttier each  time. Watch how he makes he back up on his cock and work for it. 

Have you ever had a woman you wanted and lusted over for a long time, and then, when it finally happened, it was all you imagined it would be, only to be disappointed at the end?

We both knew Maya back in hs. She was by far the pretties girl in the entire school, but she wasn't popular, no, she was one of the nerdy girls, yet, the way she dressed, so closed and unrevealing, nor the way she acted, all shy and introverted, couldn't fool guys to look over her hotness.

She was our friend, and we both lusted over her. I tried something, she rejected me, like she rejected everyone - no one could touch her.

Now, this all happened in my home town, and as I went to college, she stayed, with him, my best friend. First Christmas I came back home from college, they already became an item, but we kept contact, all the way through college. Every time I visited, she evolved more and more, into a mesmerizing woman, being with him gave her confidence, both socially, and about the way she dressed, behaved.

I got married to a girl I met in college, in the city, after graduation, and they started living together, back home.

Twenty something years have passed. I got divorced in the mean time, and bought a little condo back home, for vacation, and started spending more time there. We lost touch over the years, but when I met him, and asked him about her, he confessed they broke up years ago. Then I bumped into her...

Saying that a 44 year old is stunning, always has to be taken with a bit of salt, but man, she was. I had no time to waste, texting have started, coffee dates, dinners... After one, she agreed to come back to my condo. When I kissed her, she kissed me back, and then surprised me, by going down on her knees, by herself, moments after, and unbuttoning my pants. When she took it in her mouth, I couldn't believe it. This was a woman, who I have been obsessed with for over two decades. I jerked off to the thought of her, thousands of times, and there she was.

It was wonderful, sensual, romantic. She came, while on top of me, tweeting like a little bird. Then I got to be on top, and when I was about to nut, I pulled out, but my excitement got the better of me, so instead of shooting for her belly, I unloaded all over her bald, perfect pussy.

"You didn't have to,"she commented,"there is no worries there".

That night, I learned that he left her, because she couldn't have kids. I also learned, that she is absolutely still and forever in love with him, and I decided, that that plot, is not healthy for me.

I did buckle, two more times, we spent two more nights together, before I packed my shit and got out of there, not to come back for another two years. She may be my perfect woman, but I am not her perfect man, and that would come back to bite me in the ass, sooner or later.

And that is my, said, love story.

Fucked from the back

You think my girlfriend fucks men behind my back?

The mall was a shithole, its flickering fluorescent lights buzzing like a dying wasp nest. Alex, 19, fresh off volleyball practice, strutted into the Victoria’s Secret PINK section like she was daring the world to fuck with her. Her father, Greg, trailed behind, cursing under his breath. He’d lost a stupid-ass bet—naming every goddamn Pixies song—and now he was stuck in this neon-lit cesspool of lace and cotton, his boots scuffing the grimy linoleum.Alex had just showered at the gym, her skin still slick, her hair dripping with that cheap coconut body wash that smelled like a tropical dumpster. But the shower didn’t scrub away the raw, feral energy of the court—her eyes fucking burned with it, sharp as broken glass. She zeroed in on a rack of PINK thongs, snatching a pair so goddamn skimpy they looked like they’d disintegrate if you breathed on them: hot pink, strings thinner than dental floss, with a cotton gusset that was more of a suggestion than actual fabric. “These,” she snarled, tossing them at the cashier, some dead-eyed hag who rang them up like she was already half-buried.Back home, Alex vanished into her room, the door slamming like a fucking sledgehammer. Greg collapsed onto the couch, the TV spitting static, the air in the house thick as shit, like something was breathing down his neck. He tried to shake off the mall’s sickly glow, but it stuck to him like sweat.Hours later, Alex sauntered out, her volleyball spandex shorts clinging to her thighs—black, glossy, so fucking tight they were basically see-through, the hot pink thong’s outline taunting him through the sheer fabric. She flicked something onto the living room floor: the PINK thong, crumpled, soaking wet, its strings frayed like they’d been chewed up by something alive. The cotton gusset was stained dark with sweat and grime, smeared with a yellowish muck that made Greg’s stomach lurch. The smell hit him like a punch to the face—musky, primal, a fucked-up mix of coconut body wash, volleyball court sweat, and something darker, like wet earth mixed with sweet, rotting fruit. It wasn’t just dirty; it was alive, burrowing into his lungs, making his head spin like he’d snorted something bad.Alex leaned against the doorway, her spandex shorts glinting under the flickering lights, the pink thong’s outline mocking him. Her lips curled into a smirk that screamed fuck you, her eyes glinting with something too goddamn sharp. “They’re fucking wrecked,” she said, her voice low, like she was laughing at the universe. “Practice was a bitch. Gonna need more.”Greg’s jaw clenched. “Alex, what the fuck? And where’s your goddamn homework? You think you can just skip that shit and leave your nasty-ass laundry everywhere?” His voice cracked, but his eyes were glued to the thong. The frayed strings twitched, the smell growing thicker, sweeter, pulling at something sick and wrong inside him. He wanted to scream, to throw the fucking thing out, but his body wouldn’t listen, his breath hitching as the scent clawed into him.She didn’t answer, just stood there, smirking, her see-through spandex shorts a fucking taunt. The room felt like a furnace, the walls sweating, the air pulsing with that smell—coconut, sweat, and something that wasn’t fucking human. Greg’s hands shook as he grabbed the thong off the floor, the strings slick and frayed, the gusset heavy with that rotten, intoxicating scent. He couldn’t stop himself. He brought it to his face, the smell flooding his senses—musky, sweet, metallic, like a fever dream you can’t wake up from. His mind screamed what the fuck are you doing?, but his body didn’t care.Then, rage kicked in. Alex’s smug-ass smirk, her skipped homework, the way she stood there like she fucking owned him—it was too much. He spat on the thong, a thick glob hitting the stained gusset, mixing with the wet grime. He tossed it back to the floor, cursing under his breath, thinking she hadn’t seen. But the smell didn’t fade; it got stronger, mocking him, curling around him like a noose. Alex turned and walked away, her spandex shorts glinting, leaving the thong there like a fucking landmine.The next day, Alex wore the same goddamn thong. Greg didn’t know how she didn’t notice the spit, the grime, the way it was falling apart. She strutted around in those see-through spandex shorts, the pink thong’s outline glaring through the fabric, wet and clinging like it was part of her skin. She went to volleyball practice, came back, and tossed another ruined thong on the floor—always wet, always stained, always reeking of that same sickening smell: coconut, sweat, and that sweet, decayed earthiness that made Greg’s head swim. Her smirk never faltered, her eyes glinting like she knew something he didn’t.It became a fucking ritual. Every day, Alex would shower, pull on those see-through spandex shorts, and leave a new PINK thong on the floor—wet, frayed, the strings curling like they were alive, the gusset soaked with sweat and grime. And every day, Greg would pick them up, cursing her for skipping her homework, for being such a reckless fucking mess. But he couldn’t stop himself. He’d sniff them, the smell hitting him like a musky, sweet, metallic, rotting, alive—pulling him deeper into something he couldn’t name. He’d spit on them sometimes, furious at her, at himself, but the thongs kept coming, always wet, always reeking, always there.One night, Greg stood over the latest thong, his hands shaking, the smell so thick it felt like it was choking him. Alex stood in the doorway, her spandex shorts glinting, the pink thong’s outline a fucking curse through the sheer fabric. “You’re so fucking pathetic,” she whispered, her voice echoing in his skull, layered with something that wasn’t her. The room tilted, the walls dripping, the thong’s strings writhing on the floor. “Keep sniffing, Dad. You’re already fucked