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My body crushed her against the mattress, and she felt the head of my hard cock poking against the tender lips of her cunt.As my mouth covered hers, my hand slipped between our bodies and I positioned the tip of my cock at the opening of her pussy. I groaned into her mouth as I pushed into her, I could feel her pussy was lubricated. I could feel a part of her liked it. I thrusted hard into her, driving the head of my cock part way into her“OMG STOP! STOP! OH PLEASE STOP!” she screamed."Oh! Baby, you're so tight. My God, ssssoooo tight!' I pulled completely out of her.Then with the head barely touching her lips again, I drove my hips forward using all my might. For a brief moment, her lips resist, and then split to allow the instrument to enter her, slamming through her tight vaginal canal and driving itself at least 6 inches in on the first hard thrust.Women are not meant to be stretched like this, her whole body jerking in response to the white-hot pain of the instrument slicing

Liv was eating voraciously. She had never eaten a virgin before. I was clean and delicious. Although we were all the same age, I seemed years younger. I was so damned innocent and naive. My pussy was hot and wet, full of juice and oh so delicious. Liv just wanted to crawl up inside me and eat me from the inside. I was so damned sexy, especially while my mouth was glued to Arora's pussy. The lucky slut. She should have been receiving my loving tongue, not Arora. But she might have her chance yet. Arora was about to cum. Liv could tell from years of experience. Arora was very close. Then, suddenly, Arora was panting like a bitch in heat. She dropped her hands to my breasts and mashed them viciously. I didn't mind. I was probably too drunk to care.Panting explosively, Arora let out one long cry and stiffened, jerking spasmodically in my mouth. I continued eating Arora's pussy, until she pulled off and fell to the couch beside me.Liv took a fold of my flesh in her teeth and pulled it. I

He nodded, and I said as we walked over to the bar, “You know I could be your secretary. Please, Grey.”He laughed and nodded. “Okay then. I guess I have a secretary.”I smiled and said, “Thank you.”He laughed and ordered us drinks. I got a vodka soda and he got plain vodka.“Thanks.”He nodded.A woman came over to us. She kind of looked like Grey. The girl next to the woman looked exactly like the woman.“Grey.”He turned around and said, “Mother, Rhea.”I looked at him.The woman said, “Get rid of your little slut and come on. You need to go on stage and speak.”I frowned at the woman. She did not just call me a slut.“Mother, she is not a slut. This is my date, and you will not talk to her that way.”I looked at Grey, shocked at what he said to his mother.“In a dress like that she is clearly a slut.”I said, “Miss, I don’t know who you are or why you are judging me by a dress that clearly covers more than yours does. But I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t call me a slut.”She look

It was springtime and the earth was moist and smelled sweet. I was working in the garden with a tall woman. Her long brown hair comes down to her slender, angled shoulders, her beautiful young face covered in a light smattering of freckles, warm brown eyes glow as she smiles at me warmly. She was strong, her full thighs rose smoothly to a drum-tight, curvaceous butt. She stands, and then squats, planting our seeds in fresh furrows of soil, moving seedlings from inside our greenhouse. She works topless in the sun. Beads of sweat start to run down from her neck and glisten on her full ample breasts. A gust of spring wind cools us as it blows by, and I see her nipples hardened, the skin on her breasts pulled tightly with goosebumps, and the few soft hairs around her nipples stand up.She was squatting in front of a large patch of asparagus that had just burst through the cool spring soil, thrusting itself up towards the sun. I’m working behind her, and she takes no notice as I pick the l

Hudson's POVThe elevator doors slid open as the ding let me know I had reached my destination. With my phone in hand, I texted my miss to let her know I had arrived on her floor as she had ordered me to do. I stepped out into the brightly lit hallway. Not sure if I was to turn left or right. Waiting for her to text me the room number.It did not take long for her reply. Her text message said room 300. Checking the directions on the cream-painted walls, the sign said I needed to head to the left. Pulling my bag behind me, nervously I walked down the hallway.Although we have been together for quite some time, this is our first meeting face-to-face. I feel the nerves in my gut. My heart starts to beat faster with each step. And this is what I have been waiting for since she messaged me all those months ago about taking me under consideration.Stopping in front of the door to her room, I saw a box with a note at the threshold of the door. The front of the note reads – read this note. I