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Boo 2

Before I begin the story, I would like to thank all of you for your comments and votes on ‘Boo 1’. I sincerely appologize to whoever was offended, but I hope you who DID infact enjoy the story will enjoy this next chapter as well. It has been customized to fit the likes of the readers (Paragraphs, punctuation, ect.) and is definitely a more stable chapter. Again, my apologies about ‘Boo 1’, but this chapter should be better!!! Thank You!!! TouchMe305!!!!

Trip to The Market (Remake, and an Update)

Okay, New thing, I’m going to be doing updates for you guys, if you like my writing. I plan on getting a new story up here soon, I’ve just had writers block.
For my next story, it’s going to be a Fan fiction of Naruto, gah, I know, You probably hate that, you might not, But I’ve been wanting to do one for awhile. But Before we get there, I’m Just gunna spice up one of my old works, you will probably recognize.
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Note: Okay, you probably recognize this story, if you haven’t, DO NOT FIND THE ORIGINAL. It truely was terribly written at first, but this is sorta a remake. More details, and less confusing. Enjoy! It’s from an old account.
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Trip to the Market
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“Jason!!!!!” Yelled Jason’s mother. “We are going to the Market! Get your shoes on!”
“Comin’ Momma!!” He hollered back, thumping down the steps to get his shoes on.
Jason dropped to the floor,grabbing his shoes before tousling with them, fighting to get his shoes on his feet. They, his shoes, were a size too small. He’d better remember to tell his mommy that he needed new shoes.
Once he was able to put his shoes on his feet, he tied the laces. His tongue stuck out the entire time that he did so; he was concentrating so hard.. He was so proud himself. He had just learned how to tie his shoes a little while ago, and now he could do it all by himself. His mommy would be so proud of him, too, when she found out.
Jason was one nine years old, and he was very short. . He was only four feet, and two inches tall. He was very fit for his age and size, though. He was lean, and had lost almost all of his baby fat. That’s what happens when you run around all day outside, his mother would say. People were always asking questions about it. How his face was still a baby face and his body was so fit.
He had big Topaz colored eyes with creamy rich smooth skin; a big result of being out in the sun all of the time. He loved the sun; the fresh air, the flowers, everything. He had a very girlish form; it caught the attention of many lecherous old men . It was obviously attractive to alot of people, he has a nice, plump butt that was smooth and unaffected by puberty yet, his hips were narrow, and yet wide at the same time, and his hands and feet were dainty as hell.
His voice was soft, feminine almost, while his hair was a brown, copper color that was always in a tangled, sloppy mess that framed his face. He was absolutelty considered one of the cutest boys ever among all of the house wives and stay at home mothers.
“Come on, Hun. It’s time to get going,” His Mother walked into the entry hall, her heels clicking on the hard blackwood.
His mother had matching topaz eyes, he’d inherrited them from her, but she was a natrual dishwater blonde, and so that ment his father gave him his hair color. His mom was one of the more attractive ‘Milfs’ in the town. She still had her figure; large breasts, wide, womanly hips, and long, smooth tan legs. Today, she wore a silk blouse that was low cut and a pencil skirt that hugged her ass and hips loveingly. Most already assumed this,but it was his fathers favorite suit on his momma.
“Alright, Momma,” He said. With a hurumph, he pushed himself to his feet. Smiling, he bounced over to her side, excited and ready.
Running her fingers through his hair, she smiled back. Despite what people thought, she loved her son. She opened the door and stepped out, turning the car on at the click of a button. She had one of those fansy cars, and everyone knew it.
Climbing into the back of the car, Jason buckled himself up and bounced gently, rocking the car in his excitement. Swinging his feet back and forth as he stared out the window, he hummed to the song on the radio; which had started playing the moment the car was turned on.
Fifteen minutes later, they were at the Market. Jason was still jumping on the balls of his feet, and holding up things for his mother to see and say, “Can I have this?” Only to be told no over and over. He’d Shrug each time, before putting it in the cart, despite what his mother said. She’d get it for him anyway.
Eventually, he felt a pressure in his groin and whined that he had to go pee.
“Pleeeeeeease, Momma, Pleaaaaaaase!!! I’m guhhna pee my paaaaaaaants!”
“Fine!” said his mother. She really, really wanted to it hurry up and get the shopping done as soon as possible. She had to make lunch soon. In her frustration, she called a stock boy over.
“Yes, ma’am?” Asked the boy, tilting his head as he looked at her with his sturdy, serious green eyes.
He was a handsome boy, no one could deny that. He had a strong, but narrow jawline, a straight, thin nose, and full, lush lips that alot of girls fauned over. He was tall, infact, he was almost 6 feet, and his skin was white, not a pale white, but a creamy white. His hair was black, and hung over his green eyes, complementing them.
His mother wasn’t sure about trusting this boy, but unwisely, she did anyway.
“Will you please take my son to the bathroom and take care of him while I finish shopping? I need to hurry, and If I take him it’ll take awhile. He’s more respondent to other boys when it comes to this sort of stuff.”
The Stock Boy’s eyes would flick down to the young boy; who was crossing his legs as he bit his lip; before giving a small smile, nodding to him.
A moment later, the Stock Boy added, “Yes, Ma’am. I’ll take him towards the front of the doors when we’re done and wait with him for you there.”
“Thank you, ah,” She glanced down at his name tag, “Andrew.”
“You’re welcome, Ma’am,” Andrew bowed his head, and gripped the boy’s hand, leading him to the bathroom.
“Come on, kid. We don’t wanna keep you waiting, now do we?”
“N.. no… i really gotta peeeeeeeee,” The boy whined, shaking his head as he basically skipped to follow him.
Once they were in the bathroom, Andrew turned and locked the door. It was a two person bathroom. Two stalls, two urinals, and two sinks.
Andrew turned, looking at the boy and grabbed his hips, proping him up on one of the marble sinks. He unbuttoned his pants, and tugged down the zipper, pushing his pants down around his anckles before setting the boy back down on the floor infront of the shorter urinal.
Shyly, Jason looked back up and over his shoulder to look at Andrew, nibbling his little lower lip before studdering, “C.. Can you help me, M..mister Andrew?”
Arching one brow, he squatted down, and, sliping his long fingers around the boys soft penis gently, held it up and slightly over the rim of the urinal.
After a few hesitant moments, Jason went to the bathroom, biting the tip of his finger shyly as he watched the hand gripping his special private place. Noone ever touched him there besides his mommy when she gave him a bath.
Once he was done, Jason started to bend over to pull up his pants when he felt the tip of something wet slip into his butthole. It was Andrew’s finger.
He pushed inside the boy’s hole gently with his finger, making Jason moan and whimper, “It hurts… W.. What are you doing?”
Andrew pulled his finger out, and hoiseted the boy up, setting him on the counter.
“Relax,” Andrew said gently, pushing the boy onto his back and tugged the rest of his pants off. He spread the little boys legs and spread them, not very surprised when he noticed that the little child’s penis was hard. He had rubbed the hilds prostate a little after all. It hadn’t really hurt.
This kid’s ass is looser than I expected… I think someone may have gotten to this treat first, He thought to himself.
Gently, Andrew squirted some lube onto his finger that he just pulled out of his pocket.
He rubbed the lube against Jason’s tight little hole, circling it until he felt the muscles relax and the he slide his entire finger inside of him.
He wiggled his finger, turning his finger gently in circles, before he slipped another finger inside and started pumping his fingers in and out, spreading his fingers apart before pushing them back in, and repeating the proccess.
Jason couldn’t help it. Andrew kept on rubbing his prostate, making him moan loudly.
“You’re ready,” Andrews sighed, satisfied now that he could sink his length into his warmth. Pulling his cock out of his jeans, he slid his pants around his hips gently.
He took a deep breath, rubbing the lube all over his cock, making it slick enough to slide into the child easily.
Putting the head at the boy’s entrance, he glanced up at Jason.
“Hey, Kid… What’s your name?” Andrew asked.
“J.. Jason… M.. Mister Andrew. H.. hey… please m.. make me feel good again. I.. It feels weird, but I like it.”
With a small, light laugh, Andrew pushed in slightly.
“I.. It hurts!” Jason suddenly cried.
“Stop, Stop, Please, Pull it out!” He yelled. Andrew has quite big, despite his administrations of stretching the boy.
“Relax, It’ll feel good soon,” Andrew said, distracted as he watched his thick, 8 inch meat slip into that tight, creamy, delicious ass of Jason’s.
Jason’s eyes pricked with tears, and he bite his lip, writhing in pain and pleasure. He didn’t like it much anymore.
He breathed deeply, trying to relax as Mister Andrew said. After awhile, It stopped hurting, and Jason started moaning as he pumped in and out of him gently.
Andrew stared down at the little boy, groaning as he took in the tight little body wrapped around his aching cock.
He thrust gently at first, not wanting to hurt the boy more than neccessary, but he started sliding in and out easily, with no resistance. He picked up his pace, pounding the kid.
“Fuck, Kid!” He yelled, his hands slapping onto his hips as he drove into him.
Jason had never felt anything so good in his life. He moaned loudly and wildly, his back arching uncontrolably as he tried scooting closer to Andrew’s Body.
“Ah… M.. Mister! Stop! I’m gunna pee! I’m gunna PEE!!!” He screamed, His eyes opening up wide as he stared up at him.
At this, Andrew slammed into him faster and harder as He panted, groaning as He pushed flush against his ass, cumming inside of him.
Andrew new that Jason had cum; there were little strings of clear liquid on his stomach.
Andrew pulled out, wiping the boy and himself off. He placed his dick away back in his jeans, where it should be, and fixed the boys clothing, smirking down at him.
It was a bit of surprise though when Jason hugged his legs tightly, rubbing his cheek on his pants.
“Mister Andrew, You should ask Momma if you could be my Babysitter, You’re alot of fun. Momma has been lookin’ for Someone to take care of me while she’s at work and out of town. Everyone else is a big meany, I don’t like them. When they do stuff me I don’t like it at all”
Andrew looked down at Jason, hoisting him up again and resting him on his hip.
“Alright, I will, But you cant tell your mommy what we just did. It’s our little secret, whattya say, kid?”
Jason stuck out his free hand to handshake. Giggling as he looked up Andrew, He gripped his hand and shook, and out they went the bathroom door to wait for His mommy.
His mother didn’t even think of it when Jason asked her if that boy could be his babysitter; it was clear he liked the older boy. She said yes right away, and retrieved the boy’s phone number, ready to call him on her next out of town meeting.
THE END.

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City of Depravity- Krista’s Ride

This is the beginning of a series of events where the lives of friends, family, and strangers become a web of sin. If there is enough interest, I will lead you further down this path. All comments are appreciated. And don’t forget to vote. Welcome to the City of Depravity…

A warriors bond(love has no limits)

So, thsi is a story I did for a good friend of mine, the two characters in it are him and I, I being Yarek. This may be a bti different from a lto of the stories here btu hope it is well recieved or at least not hated. you usual warning label for this, sexual content so be of legal age where ever yo ureside to read this. once again please forgive the grammar, I used to be far better at it before the damage to the nerves, anyways enjoy this story hopefully

Paula’s Fantasy

Intro:
A few months ago I posted a story sent to me by “Paula” the daughter of one of my friends. I said a lot about her in my intro to her first story, so if you didn’t read it you may want to read the intro to find out a bit more about this little angel, now eighteen, who was writing first about something that happened when she was sixteen. It sounds like this happened maybe last summer when she was seventeen. I remember wondering last year if she was a virgin. I guess she wasn’t. I added the title “Paula’s Nipples” along with the intro to her first story because she, her younger sister, and her mother, all have large, succulent nipples, with hers being the largest. In that essay she talks a lot about them herself. This one she also sent to me untitled, so if you don’t like the title, blame me. – Oliver Mellor
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Paula
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I’m a nudist. I mentioned that in my last article. I’m more of an exhibitionist than I used to be. I really loved the fact that people read in XNXX what I wrote about myself. The last thing was something I mostly wrote last year when I was seventeen, about something that happened to me when I was sixteen. It helped that I keep a diary and had written a lot about it almost immediately afterwards. It’s hard to remember today that only two years ago I could get off on just having my nipples sucked and not be totally frustrated that it didn’t go any further. No, maybe that’s putting it too strongly. Let’s say I still love having my nipples sucked at least as much as ever. But if the guy doing the sucking is one of my lovers, I’d be very disappointed if he stopped there. I now know how really great it is getting fucked!
OK. I promised myself this wouldn’t be another “first time” story. I could write about that. It’s all in my diary, and I could simply smooth it out a little. I really liked him, though mostly because he was my first. After about three months we were stuck in a rut. Maybe you could say he was stuck in my rut and we both loved it. But I knew I wanted more experiences. Fortunately, after three months of weekly fornication his family moved away and I quickly found a new boyfriend, two actually. That might also make an interesting story. But instead, I’d like to talk about a game one of these lovers liked to play with me. It was a sort of mind game – “Imagine this!” he’d say and next thing I knew he’d have me as the center of attraction for a gang bang. He always started this after we’d finished fucking each other’s brains out when he had me in a very receptive mind frame. This boy’s name was Paul which is funny since my pseudo name is Paula.
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“Paula, you grew up as a nudist, didn’t you?”
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Paul was new to the skin scene. I didn’t grow up as a nudist. I just went on nudist vacations. Most of the year we lived in the mundane world where people think nudists are sick or something. I learned early not to mention in the wrong situations, the nicest thing about our favorite beaches. I’ve heard about people who grew up in nudist communities. I wonder if they have trouble adjusting to the outside world? I also envy them.
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“Do you remember the first time you realized the boys were interested in your pussy?”
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The way the game worked, I didn’t have to actually answer his questions, just think about his suggestions. But I did tell him that I knew at an early age that boys and men seemed to take a special interest in female genitals. I first noticed this around four or five but thought there was nothing wrong with it. At eighteen I still think there’s nothing wrong with it. I was eight when I realized that this particular fact gave me pleasure. There was a young man sitting near me on the beach and I was sort of teasing him, sitting in a way that from his angle he could see my open pussy perfectly. He was probably around eighteen and embarrassed about his interest in the genitals of a pre-adolescent girl. He was also having an erection and trying to hide the fact. On nudist beaches guys hardly ever get erections. Maybe I was so forbidden an object for his lust that he found the situation unusually erotic. Anyway, the erection encouraged me, so I spread my legs even wider, looked directly at him, and smiled. I realize now that all I did was totally embarrass him. He immediately got up and walked away in the opposite direction, holding a towel in front of him. But before he was even too far away for me to tell, I could already see that the erection was gone. I learned two things from this. The first was, how much I enjoyed the kind of attention he was giving me and how much I missed it a few seconds later. The second thing was, that I should never suddenly embarrass a man in that way.
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“Imagine I’ve taken you to a place, a party in a hotel suite. There are a lot of my friends there, many of whom you already know. There are no other girls. First I assure you that no one is going to fuck you except maybe me. Second I tell you that I’ve told them the truth, that you’re a life long nudist, and a natural exhibitionist and that you’ve always dreamed of dancing naked on a stage in front of a room full of men. You’ve never actually told me this, but we both know it’s true.”
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I couldn’t remember telling Paul how much I loved showing off my genitals to men I didn’t know. Maybe he’d just seen me doing it on the beach and came to his own conclusions. In my mind I’m now imaging myself getting naked. I start doing it myself, but mostly it ends up being the men undressing me. I probably wouldn’t have been wearing much. I rarely wear anything more than custom dictates. For a party I would be wearing a deep plunge dress, and no bra. I hardly ever wear a bra anyway except for exercising. Lets say the dress is short, translucent, and clings to my thighs. Obviously regular panties would ruin the lines. Even thong panties would show through the skirt so I go without panties. I don’t mind at all if the guys can see a hint of my cracks, front and back, through the material. Was I carrying a tiny purse when I arrived? Doesn’t matter. I’m wearing a flimsy dress and high heels and nothing else. I could get naked in seconds. They probably don’t even want me to take the heels off. It’s supposed to be very sexy walking around naked in high heels. In my dream it takes the men a delicious long time to undress me. I suppose it’s because they spend all their time feeling me up. Paul is passing around a tube of KY and the fondling soon includes internal probing. Most of the time I can’t tell how many men or even how many hands are touching me. At one point I try to guess how many fingers are inside me. I conclude the answer is four, two in each place. When I look down I discover that all four fingers belong to different men.
When I’m finally naked they have me step up on this table in the middle of the room. This puts my genitals and anus up at their eye level, and makes me feel even more deliciously naked. Remember, I’ve already had my eighteenth birthday, and this is perfectly legal. I’m still too young to drink, but who has the time or the inclination for alcohol? I certainly don’t need anything to reduce my inhibitions. At this point I begin dancing. Like most girls my age I’m a reasonably good dancer. I also studied gymnastics, but not much. I never mastered a vertical split. But in my dream I can do them perfectly as part of a sensuous flowing dance routine. I’m not wearing leotards. Every time I raise my foot up over my head, I’m giving the men a beautiful view of my wide open, recently very finger fucked, pussy. I’ve seen videos of the girls performing at the annual “Nudes-a-Popping” event. All of them are very limber and most have big implants. Some can dance well, but most do the standard bumps and grinds. Maybe in a massive bra under a tight sweater, big tits look good. But in a nudist situation I believe having tits larger than C is a detractor. Yet so many of these women who perform naked professionally choose to have oversized breasts. In my imagination I’m one of the girls with medium size breasts, pretty much like my real ones. And don’t forget my nipples! Just like in real life the guys can’t stop looking at them.
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“From the ceiling on each side of the “stage” there is a rope attached and initially held out of the way. They are unfastened and brought to where you can put your hands through the loops. As you do this, the ropes are pulled upward, cinching the loops around your wrists. The ropes are cleated but they only get tight when the loops around your ankles are used to pull your legs apart. In seconds you’ve been transformed from a go-go dancer to a bondage victim fully incarcerated. Your helplessness is erotic to both you and your audience. Every man looking at you has a throbbing erection, including me. I get up on the stage behind you, already naked. My penis finds your asshole. It is already slippery with KY that has been put there by many fingers. You relax yourself, but the ease with which I breach you is still yet another source of delightful embarrassment. I enter you very, very slowly while you hang from your ropes. You love every second and every tenth inch of your impalement, yet you are dying to feel me fully up inside you. Long before that you are begging me, pleading with me to fuck your ass as deep and hard as I can. Some of the men are laughing, but even those men have a hand inside their pants. I don’t need to use my hand. I have your rectum giving me the equivalent of a warm, friendly hand job.“
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The anal sex was an unusual addition. Paul has never buggered me, never even asked. None of my lovers have. Perhaps vaginal sex is still too new and special. We were all virgins about a year ago.
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ps: This fantasy Paula and her boyfriend shared is kind of weird. I enjoyed reading it and I hope you people give her a favorable response because she obviously reads the comments and I’d like her to keep sending me these stories about herself.

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That Wasn’t in Her Description

That Wasn’t in Her Description
Jeff was upset. His parents were leaving on a week trip and he had to have a babysitter the whole time, 24/7. “Jeff, get down here,” called his mom from downstairs. “Come meet Brittney.” ’Ugh,’ thought Jeff. ’This is going to be a long week.’
Jeff slumped down the stairs. When he saw Brittney, his eyes nearly popped out of his head. She was extremely hot! Standing about 6” exactly, she had quite a large chest and a perfectly round ass. She was wearing a loose, pink tank top and really short shorts. “Hi,” she said. “I think we’ll have fun.” ’Yeah, lot’s of fun,’ thought Jeff. But all he said was, “Hey, nice to meet you.”
His mom quickly went over the instructions with Brittney. She nodded at everything. “Bye,” called Jeff’s mom. “Be good.” “Okay,” Jeff replied. Brittney smiled. “So, Jeff. Do you want to go swimming at the public pool?” “Sure,” Jeff said. ‘Starting right off with the good stuff, umm,’ he thought to himself. “Okay then. Let’s get changed.”
Jeff quickly changed and went back downstairs. “Ready?” Brittney asked. “Yeah I’m…” He stopped mid-sentence. The sexiest girl he had ever seen got even sexier. Brittney giggled a little. Jeff snapped out of his trance as she pulled a cover over herself. “Alright, let’s go.”
When they got to the pool, Jeff and Brittney got into the water. They splashed each other playfully until a group of people came over and asked them to play a game of Marco Polo. “Marco!” shouted a girl who was it. “Polo!” everyone replied in unison. Jeff got tagged a few Marcos later. “Marco!” he called. “Polo!” everyone else said. Jeff reached out and touched someone. He opened his eyes and found himself starring into Brittney’s eyes. He looked down and swallowed hard. His hand was on her breast. “I’m going to go dry off,” Jeff said and quickly walked back to the towels.
On the way home from the pool, Brittney said, “Do you want to talk about, you know.” “Nah,” muttered Jeff. When they got home, Brittney went up to take a shower. Jeff thought a little to himself. ‘It wasn’t my fault, was it? No, of course not, my eyes were closed.’ Just then Brittney came down. “Want some dinner?” she asked softly. “Sure,” Jeff replied.
After dinner, they decided to watch a movie. It was a comedy, rated PG-13. There was a scene where a couple was having hard sex. It gave Jeff a raging boner. He heard a moan and looked over to see Brittney slightly rubbing her pussy. This made Jeff leak a little pre-cum. Brittney saw him looking and said, “I’m going to bed. Come up soon.”
Jeff went up a little bit later and heard intense moaning coming from the guest bedroom. He realized that Brittney was masturbating, in his house. He immediately went to the bathroom to jerk off. He shot his cum into the toilet. As he walked to his room, he stopped to listen for Brittney, but heard nothing. ’She must be asleep,’ he thought. So, he went to bed, too.
During the night there was a terrible thunderstorm. Jeff was awoken by a fierce shaking. It was Brittney. “May I sleep with you, please?” begged Brittney. “I’m really sc-scarred. Please.” “Of course,” answered Jeff. ’Wow, I’m going to sleep with this hot babe.’
When Brittney got into the bed, she hugged Jeff close to her. Then Jeff realized something that made him almost cum again. She had no clothes on, except for a bra and panties. Then Jeff realized something he wished he’d covered, his rock hard cock.
When Jeff woke up, he immediately dove for some boxers. But, Brittney had an iron grip on his arm. She opened her eyes and said seductively, “Good morning, sexy.” Then she threw Jeff down on the bed and started rubbing her pussy against his now hardening cock. She was now grinding as pleasure worked up on both of them. Jeff came shortly after. But that wasn’t the end.
Brittney removed her bra and threw it across the room. She slipped off her panties and handed them to Jeff. He took a deep whiff and began licking the wet spot she made. “Wait, big boy. Lick this instead,” she said spreading her legs and showing her pussy. Jeff went for it, using his tongue to explore her chamber. Brittney moaned, “Fuck yeah, lick it good.” Before she could cum, she moved Jeff’s head up and moved her head down. She then began to suck his hard on. Jeff felt a wave of pleasure go through him as he experienced his first blowjob. “Oh god, I’m going to fucking cum,” he yelled. But Brittney stopped then, and laid back down, spreading her legs once again. “Fuck me hard you dirty boy,” she said through gritted teeth.
Jeff plunged his stiff penis into her wet hole. “Oh yeah!” Brittney moaned. Jeff grunted. He moved in and out faster and faster. “Your big cock is too much for my tight pussy. Fuck me harder, it feels great,” she wailed. “Of course I will you naughty bitch,“ Jeff grunted.
As they both reached orgasm, they slowly stopped fucking. “That, was, great,” Jeff panted. “I knew the minute I saw you, you would be up in my pussy, fucking my brains out,” Brittney said. “That was intense, I’m going back to sleep,” Jeff said. “Me, too,” she replied. “We have a whole week of fucking ahead of us, hope you can take it.” ‘Sweet,’ Jeff thought. ‘I was wrong about this week, it’s not going to be bad. I’ll make this chick feel my full hardness.’ The last thing he heard before drifting off was, “Wet dreams.”

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