There were only two choices, as she saw it, since the whole ‘fuck him, freak out, then avoid him’ thing had been an utter disaster. She could star... hanging out with him again, laugh off the whole sex thing, and just watch him fall in love with Meredith. He was never her boyfriend, and, shit, they did look cute together. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. At least, if she never really tried, she wouldn’t get her heart broken. Or she could stop being so chickenshit, put on something scandalous, and go. The feelings felt thereafter are impossible to accurately describe, so I will merely impart upon you the act itself, and maybe it will elicit in you the same feelings I felt then. Imagine the largest breasts you can reasonably imagine on a woman, and imagine those same breasts enfolding and stroking your erect penis, all the while smelling the alluring aromas of the oils she applied to her breasts so as to create less friction between her tits and your hardened shaft, your cock simply gliding. Justin pulled away from her mouth as his fingers found their way up her short dress to find her eager and wet. He took her farther into the club, to a dark, secluded enough spot. He completely lifted her dress, exposing all of her. The music started to pound. He began to touch her soft, wet, swollen pussy. Sara grabbed for his cock and pulled it out to find him thick and hard. Justin pushed her against the wall, lifted her up, and started to enter her. “One condition, I’ll cum for you, but you. Let's go." He opens his door as she opens hers. He feels a tug at his nuts as she suggests that he might want to get out her side. The whole time he is mulling this over in his mind. Why this lease? It didn't make much sense to him. 600.00 would damn near pay his mortgage each month. What did she have to gain and why should this be a problem for him? As a result he was rather nonchalant as they stood at the counter and signed the document then paid the notary fee. She slid the document back.
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I feel so naughty.” She took my head and pulled me closer. Our lips met, we finally kissed. "Whatever you want, do alright? Make me feel fantastic,
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