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Gina: Raped by a Lesbo 1
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2025-07-23 15:00:46The name is Gina, my mother is Pilipino and my dad is American, I am told I look quite beautiful, but very young. Im a really light caramel colour that doesn’t change from the top of my forehead to the tips of my toes. I have dark black, almost wavy hair, that comes a little past my shoulder, my eyes are big, and slightly slanted upwards, they give me an exotic look. I am a petite woman, I stand around 5 foot 5” high, I weigh about 50kgs last time I checked, and it seems most of my weight are in my D cup boobs, which seem so much larger on my thin frame. My form is very shapely and I have the desired hourglass figure that most women love. My ass however took after my mother in size, it was small….very very shapely but small. They looked like two oranges had been placed into my jeans. Two perfect, round bubbles, that for me seemed a tad too small. But see I was happy with this, I loved my life, I loved myself, everything was going well with me. If I could change anything in my life i
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Debra then with my left nipple still in her mouth pulled me up and sat on her but, she pulled me with her so that now I was straddling her, with my legs over hers. She released my nipple and now her nipples were touching mine. She held my ass in her two massive hands, I almost fell backwards so I quickly wrapped my arms around neck, she started at my pretty tear stained face.“whats wrong babe?” she asked, so sweetly for a second I though she cared.With my pussy throbbing and my tits desiring more of that attention they were used to I tried to explain, but my sobbing didn’t let me speak. And I couldn’t tell her how badly I wanted to cum. As I lay there sobbing she wrapped me up in a huge hug, and I don’t know to this day if it was the hormones or what but it felt very loving. She pulled back and looked at me while I sobbed and said, “tell me sweetie pie, what the matter?”“I…i…I want to…” I explained while I was sobbing “it feels so good…but u wont let me…cum. But I rea
The Wet Diãry Gina: Raped by a Lesbo 1
The name is Gina, my mother is Pilipino and my dad is American, I am told I look quite beautiful, but very young. Im a really light caramel colour that doesn’t change from the top of my forehead to the tips of my toes. I have dark black, almost wavy hair, that comes a little past my shoulder, my eyes are big, and slightly slanted upwards, they give me an exotic look. I am a petite woman, I stand around 5 foot 5” high, I weigh about 50kgs last time I checked, and it seems most of my weight are in my D cup boobs, which seem so much larger on my thin frame. My form is very shapely and I have the desired hourglass figure that most women love. My ass however took after my mother in size, it was small….very very shapely but small. They looked like two oranges had been placed into my jeans. Two perfect, round bubbles, that for me seemed a tad too small. But see I was happy with this, I loved my life, I loved myself, everything was going well with me. If I could change anything in my life i
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This gave me hope, whatever it was that she wanted she could get without killing me. That’s good. She whispered to me to unbutton my shirt I did as I was told, I took it off and threw it away as well, I knew know she was gonna rape me. I figured she could have my body, as long as I dont die. Then she had me squirm out of my skirt, and then remove my bra. She told me to keep my red underwear on but remove the stocking. As I was doing this, she took off her jeans and bra. The women then grabbed me again and pulled me close to her again. This time she was naked and I had nothing but my panties on. I felt her huge breasts, firmer then I though they could be at this size rubbing my back. I felt her nipples quickly come to life, and start poking my back as she rubbed me against her body, she held me like I was no heavier then a teddy bear. Having enough of that she placed both her hands on my stomach one just above my pubes and one just under my boobs. She leaned forward and whispered “im
The Wet Diãry Dante: i fucked my mom 1
“What do you mean you’re not going to the senior prom?” I stared at her, she stood there with one hand on her hip. In her other hand, she brandished a wooden spoon. Mom was making basil pesto pasta, which is one of my favorites. “I dunno Mom, ‘cause I don’t want to go. That’s why.” I tried looking behind her, to see if she had grated parmesan cheese yet. She must have anticipated my interest in the food because she moved to block me. “Dante… that’s a lie, I can see it on your face. What’s wrong, honey?” her brow furrowed, and genuine concern played across her face. She’s shorter than I am, actually, she’s tiny. I suppose she’s about the size one would expect from a professional ballet dancer turned teacher. “Fuck… I don’t know…” she let the F word slide. Well, after waving her wooden spoon at me like a magic wand. I ducked beneath it, narrowly avoiding it’s magical wave. “I know you want to talk about it, I’m your mom, I kn
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“Bottoms up honey, you only live once!” Her eyes sparkled, and she grinned wolfishly. I rolled my eyes at her but joined her in downing the shot. I choked it down, even as my eyes burned and watered. Managing a weak smile, I looked at her through blurry eyes. She was bright red herself and trying not to cough. “Whoa… that’ll put hair on your chest!” She wheezed. That was one thing about having a parent who was pretty much an athlete. She treated her body like a temple and rarely drank anything. There was never any alcohol in the house. My ears were warm, and the chilly March air that drifted in through the sunroof felt good. My mother sat up against me and laid her head on my shoulder. “Thank you for taking me, I promise to not give myself away…” she nuzzled in hugging me, and the familiar smell of her hair was comforting. The words were reassuring, or the alcohol took the edge off my anxiety, I wasn’t sure which.
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She smiled and wiped her face and eyes. Standing up, she reached behind and undid the lacy bow that kept her dress on. Her cheeks grew red as she arched her shoulders and let it fall away.I stood transfixed; she wore nothing beneath the dress, and the porcelain perfection of her skin glowed in the lamplight. Her breasts were fuller than I had imagined, still barely a handful. They artfully sloped from her chest, and her bright pink nipples stood at attention. She smiled as she continued to blush and crossed her legs slightly to hide the baldness between her legs.One, unknown fact about my mother, something that she has shared with me, is that she had never grown pubic hair. Her body seemed locked in this prepubescent state. She didn’t even own a razor.She came to me, graceful as always, the tinge of both alcohol and shyness I hadn’t expected staining her cheeks. Her small fingers reached up and began to unbutton my shirt. Moments passed while I counted my own heartbea
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