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JaneMy name is Jane, I'm 26 years old, and I'm newly engaged to the man of my life.He's one year older than me. He's my first love. We met in college. I waited a long time to find my soulmate before sleeping with him. I met him five years ago. But I waited until I was sure of myself before making love with him for the first time.It took me two years. He was very patient. He waited without complaining for a single moment. He told me he would wait until I was ready. When I was, he was very gentle. I never regretted giving myself to him. Our relationship evolved slowly but surely.After four years together, he proposed to me. I was the happiest woman in the world.It's been a year since we got engaged. He wants to introduce me to his family; we haven't done it all this time because we weren't in the same city as his father. We just finished our studies and are moving into their family property where his father lives. His mother is no longer of this world, so his father doesn't want hi

JaneBut tonight I am really worn out. But I let him do whatever he wants with me; anyway, he won't linger. He throws me onto the bed and quickly undresses, then positions himself over me. - You are so beautiful, my love! He feverishly undresses me, and I feel him penetrating me savagely; damn, I think I will be recovering for a few days. He plowed me like a real farmer. After fifteen minutes, fortunately for me, he comes while holding me tightly in his arms. I didn’t derive any pleasure; I am too tired. For the first time since we’ve been together, I was eager for him to finish his business. My pussy is on fire; tomorrow I will walk like a penguin. We fall asleep intertwined. The next morning, I wake up filled with aches. My darling is in the shower; when he comes out, he looks at me and scratches his beard. - Good morning, my dear, did you sleep well? - Yes, very well, thank you. - Excuse me for this question, but I thought about it all night without finding an answer: I

AristideI am in the middle of a good read when I hear noises coming from my living room. I check my computer to see who has entered my home. I am a rich heiress living alone. I am fifty years old. Yes, I am in the prime of life. It is true that I live alone, but I have enough resources to scare off thieves. In my computer, I see a burglar wandering in my living room. I want to... make a call to the police to inform them, but something holds me back. I take a well-loaded gun and go downstairs, making sure he is alone. He hasn’t come with anyone.- What are you doing in my house?He freezes and,- Don’t make any sudden moves and turn around slowly toward me.He slowly turns around; he is wearing a hood.- Remove your hood.- I won’t harm you if you let me go.- Between the two of us, who has the gun?And that’s when he notices the weapon. He automatically raises his hands.- I swear if you let me go, I won’t steal again for the rest of my life.- Who sent you?- No one, I swear!- You’

Benjamin- My darling baby, where are you?This? This is my girlfriend, she's really annoying. I'm playing video games with my best friendJacobs. She always shows up at the wrong time.- I'm here, in the game room.My name is Benjamin, my friends call me Ben. I'm 18 years old and in my final year of high school. I'm a celebrity at my school, if not in my city. Do you know why? Because I'm the best lady's man in town. I have a reputation as a guy who knows how to 'tear the hymen' without too much pain for his partner.This is how it all started:Three years ago, I met my girlfriend, who's in the same class as me. It was love at first sight. We fell in love the moment we saw each other.We had a six-month platonic relationship. In the seventh month, in my parents' absence, I invited her over to my house where I had elegantly decorated my room. I bought flowers and prepared a romantic dinner. She was very happy with the efforts I made to please her. After the meal, after she had her des

BenI begin to penetrate her vigorously. She moans more and more.- Hoooo well... well... hummmm yes.....Reassured by her moans, I increase my efforts. She is delightful; I think I'm becoming addicted to deflowering.They are so beautiful, and so tight, these girls, and they pay me to do it. We are so well synchronized that we reach the heights of pleasure together.We remain glued to each other; she breathes heavily, I look closely at her face, her eyes are closed, I believe she hasn't come down from her little cloud yet.- Are you okay? Did I hurt you too much?- No, my darling, you were phenomenal.The girls were right; you are a pro at this. I will recommend you to others as well.I withdraw from her, and before going to the shower, I respond:- Please don't do that. It's not a job for me.- But you do it so well.- I don't want to see a girl come to me asking for that kind of service. I don't want to anymore.- But you're not losing anything in this story; on the contrary.- I'm