Romane von Dee's BUTTERFLY

I could not forget what he had done to me just a week ago. How could I? When he made me come so many times, I forgot my boyfriend existed.When he spilled water all over my tiny white tank top so he could finally see my tits. When he thrust into my pussy when his daughter and my best friend walked right into the room.“Your pussy is getting so wet for me,” he said. He pushed his hips against mine from behind, letting me feel his hardness poking through his swim trunks. “How many times have you touched your pussy, just thinking about me?” He slid his finger between my folds and pushed it inside. I whimpered softly, clenching on his fingers.“How many times, Claire?”“None.” I was a stinking liar, but he did not need to know that. His fingers moved faster inside of me, thrusting in and out of my pussy wildly. He grabbed my hand and placed it on his cock behind me. I grasped him through his shorts, moving my hand up and down. “You haven’t thought about my cock inside of

It had taken a cute baby voice apology to Lauren and Helen to get them off my back. I told them Leonard was arrested for drunk driving and I was so scared snd out of it, I ran to him without thinking or telling them.They believed me and asked that I should bring him over for a relaxing pool party at their house, so that we could both clear our heads from the alleged traumatic experience.I did. It was a small sacrifice to pay so she would get off my back and not think too far as to where I was and what I was truly doing that night.I had jumped into the pool immediately I got here and was already having the time of my life.That was until I poked my head out from under the water to take a breath and found Mr. Albert lounging by the side of the pool. What was he doing at his kid's party. All though, he could pass off as a young man because of how built he was.I climbed out of the pool through the ladder near Mr. Albert, water rolling down my breasts. I had been out in the pool, swimm

He smiled at what I had said. About having a boyfriend. We both knew I didn't care. “A boyfriend who can’t make you come,” he said. My cheeks flushed in embarrassment. He must’ve heard the conversation we were having earlier. He pushed his hips closer to mine. “A boyfriend that doesn’t excite you anymore.” he traced the inside of my thighs with his finger.“I bet your boyfriend doesn’t make you this wet anymore,” he murmured against my ear. I gently squeezed my legs as his fingers brushed against my clit. “You need a man, Claire, not a boy.”My nipples pebbled from underneath my tank top as I grew increasingly wet. I reached up and pinched them lightly, moaning into his ear, letting myself enjoy the moment. He kissed below my jaw, and I whimpered. “let me satisfy you babygirl” he breathed, pressing another kiss on my neck, his fingers circling my clit through my shorts.I was tired of resisting when I badly craved this.Just one time, it won't happen again. “Satisfy me, Mr. Albe

I fucked my best friend's father, but in my defense, he was really tall, had the biggest dick I have ever seen and I was a sexually unsatisfied girlfriend.I had gone for a sleepover at my besties house, she had invited me and one of our closest female friends. I didn't want to go, but I decided last minute to go and have girly fun and get my mind off my sad life.But Immediately I stepped into her house, my friends had consciously or unconsciously reminded me of my problems. They had dived into their favorite topic of discussion, their boyfriends.“Gideon is sooo good! He literally makes me come every time, every fucking time” Lauren said, fanning herself.I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Here we go again. “Me too!!!!” Helen giggled, eyes wide with excitement. “Brian does this thing with his tongue, and, oh my God, my eyes roll! I literally have to beg him to stop” They yapped none stop for hours. Who was better in bed. Who had a bigger dick. Who was freakier, Who ate