He started off slowly, whispering dirty comments on my ear as he fucked me from behind; but then I begged him to pound my pussy harder and faster.He t...ld me how much he loved my wet tight cunt…He was pounding me at a pretty good pace and I told him that I felt like he was going to make me cum because it felt real good…Finally he made me cum and I cried like a bitch in heat as he filled my full stretched wet cunt. Then he slipped out; inserted his long fingers inside my cunt and made me bend. Not me, or you, or your role model who you look up to. We all are destined to make mistakes. That's how God made us. But it's up to us to learn from our mistakes so it won't happen again. A murderer who gets caught will learn from his mistakes after spending time behind bars, so next time (if they plan on killing again), they will think about their first mistake and learn on how to not do it again.The girl who I had sex with last story, did not get pregnant. This was probably the biggest fear I. I loved riding my bike, the amount of freedom I felt, the speed, I used to pretend it was a horse, but I was past that now. Now it was just a ticket to adventure.“I can’t. I have to be home by four.” I told them.“Four? that only gives us a little over an hour.”I shrugged at Sophia and as I hit back my kickstand and surged forward I couldn’t get the pit out of my stomach. We opted for the store instead and loaded up on candy. Eating it the whole way back. If I was going to have dinner early, I’d. We’re all lightweights I guess. Kirby and I help the girls to Kara’s room. We stumble down the upstairs hallway. Xavier emerges from his bedroom. He shows us to a guest room and Kirby crashes on the queen-sized bed. My b*****r passes out instantaneously. Xavier says, “Hey. Is there any more vodka downstairs?” I answer, “Yep!” “Can you handle another round?” “Hell yeah!” “I bet you can’t,” Kara’s sibling chides me. “Let’s go see,” I reply knowing I’m able to take more. We get to the deck and.