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I wasnt exactly a virgin, and neither was he. But I had not so much as kissed someone Id known at our school and this was fresh, exciting territory fo... me. Whats your favourite smell? Pussy. He laughed, the rich sound dripping through the airwaves that connected us like molasses. Oh, really. I was blushing, embarrassed. I didnt know what to say to that. Not to mention I was pretty distracted with the way my tight little spot had become so instantly wet. Yeah. I do, actually. And the taste.. “Not yet bitch” he breathed. This was the first thing he’d said since this started, he pushed the tip of his cock back into my ass pulled hard on my cock again. “Agh” I cried.This went on for some time, lightly playing with my dick then pulling hard on it, never putting more than the tip of his cock into me. He knew exactly what he was doing, all this teasing was driving me crazy with desire, I was panting and gyrating my hips, pushing my butt at him trying to get him to push his pole into me.. His slave was sporting a set of what looked to be natural tatas that probably fit snugly into a 38D bra. This one waxed her pubes, an indication of wealth and perhaps a streak of masochism. She was carrying a little extra poundage on her hips and around her midsection, but nothing that couldn't be worked off with diet and some vigorous exercise. Based on what he'd heard from some of the girls about this tall, dominant individual, his date for the evening was going to get plenty of exercise,. Let me say they were soft and jiggly and she loved to show her cleavage. She was never self-conscious about showing off her ample chest. After many years of friendship she began to tell me that she thought of me many times. At first it was a little confusing but I began to realize that she was talking about something different. I asked her what she meant. She told me that she would think of me when she was getting fucked or when she was playing with herself. I was instantly turned on and grew.
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