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So I’m a single mom. I got pregnant in high school and luckily, with the support of my parents, was able to have my daughter and still finish getting my GED and my AA for the junior college in town. I was 24 y/o and my daughter, Kalie, was entering 3rd grade. I had my own apartment and car and had a pretty good job working at a small law firm as an office manager. It was a good job and my life was pretty fulfilled. The only thing I really missed was a relationship. I mean, Kalie’s father was in the mix till I started showing in High school then that was over. To tell you the truth, after him, I shied off guys for a while. When Kalie was 3 there was this one guy that I dated for a couple, three months but he ditched me because I had just a bit too much responsibility for a 21 y/o to deal with. He wanted to go to clubs and bars and get drunk, and occasionally I would get to go, but I always maintained a low level, knowing that I had to go home to Kalie at the end of the night.
Since him, coming up on 4 yrs now, I haven’t had sex. Well, I did have a one weekend stand with this guy from out of town that a friend set me up with, but he doesn’t count. Basically, I’ve had sex one in the last 4 years. Sad, uh? Anyway, I still consider myself quite lucky and my life seems fulfilled but I do miss the sex. I have a couple of toys that get me by, but I do miss the real thing.
About three months ago, I met this guy Jake. Jake worked for a local messaging service, the kind that picks up important papers that can’t be faxed or emailed and deliverers them around town. He was new to the service. Right away he started hitting on me. He was just a few years older than me and he wasn’t too bad to look at but I wasn’t sure about it and politely declined. Some of the secretaries and even the one lady lawyer in the firm all teased and encouraged me to accept the offer. I think they could feel my sexless pain. A couple a times a week, Jake would show up to either gather or drop off documents and pretty much every time he would ask me out for coffee or drinks or dinner, and every time, the girls in the office would harass me to go but I had my little girl to look after.
I would often go home after a long day at work, and after fixing dinner and playing or reading to Kalie, would finally get her down for the night. I’d pour a glass of wine and run a nice warm bath and read some cheesy romance novel. That was my only release. But something started to happen. As I read about steamy sex or made up my own fantasies, I would often have a picture of Brad Pitt or Mathew McCounghey or someone as I masturbated. But now, the face of the man I was seducing in my fantasies or in my books was that of Jake. Foolishly, I told one of the girls at work my little secrete to which she promptly gathered the other girls and discussed what they were going to do with me.
The next day, almost as if it was ‘planned’, Jake showed up in the office. He and I again flirted a bit and once again he asked me out. I again declined his invitation but that’s when the girls sprung into action. They all usually teased me in private about going out with Jake but this time they did it in front of him. Janet, one of the secretaries, immediately came out and just blurted out that “She would love to go out with you, if you make it more than just drinks. I think a nice dinner would be better, don’t you, Jake?” I must have turned three different shades of red in embarrassment. The other girls also jumped in. “Yes, and dancing, too. I think you two should go dancing, too”, Jamie chimed in.
Jake took it in stride. He gave us all a little coy smile then walked out the door. We all thought he was overwhelmed and embarrassed, but to our surprise, he returned a few moments later with this ugly little red flower that grows outside our building. He handed it to me and asked one last time if I would go out on a date with him. “Yes. Yes, Yes!” each of the other women said independently. I was still about as red as the flower he just gave me. I quietly utter a yes. He smiled another cute, coy smile at me and pumped his fist to the other girls. Janet rushed over and wrote out my phone number on a piece of paper and gave it to him. He extended his hand and I reached out to shake it to which he, while glancing up at the others before staring directly into my eyes, took my hand and kissed it. “I’ll call you tonight to make plans, if that’s alright?” Janet was happy to answer for me, “Yes! That will be great. But after what, 9?” I shook my yes. “Great,” Jake said, “I’ll call you after 9.” He strolled out of the office. The other women all tortured me about it. They all had such a good laugh at my expense.
That night, sure enough, about a quarter after nine, I get a phone call. Luckily, my daughter was already asleep. I had drawn my bath and was just getting in when he called. He and I chatted for a little while about what happened earlier in the office. He was kind and we made our arrangements for that weekend.
Jake picked me up at my apartment at 6 on the dot. I had made arrangements with my parents to take Kalie for the weekend in anticipation for the date. I looked awful sporting a pair of jeans and a collared white shirt and a blazer. I didn’t own any really cute clothes anymore. In fact, the only thing I really even had that was the least bit sexy was a white cotton thong. I just didn’t own any sexy underwear. I still had a couple of pairs that I still owned but they were a bit too small now. I had put on about 10 or 12 pounds since the last time I wore them. I am not fat, I just gained a little extra weight. I am most embarrassed about my little pooch of my stomach. I gave Jake the quick dime tour of my apartment. Of course, mostly it was of Kalie’s things, her drawing and such. He wasn’t all that impressed. Jake looked ruggedly handsome in Kakis and a blue Polo button down collared shirt. I did my OCD check list a couple of times then we were out the door.
He drove us which made me a little nervous. I was in his hands. I couldn’t just leave if I didn’t like the way things were going. He made small talk but I really didn’t speak much. I knew Jake could tell I was an amateur at dating and was nervous. We went to a Chilli’s like restaurant for dinner. I eyed the menu but when I can never pick what I want to eat, especially on a date, not that it mattered since Jake took the initiative and ordered me a Grilled Chicken Salad. He also ordered us another pitcher of margaritas, pouring the last of the first pitcher into my glass. We ate our dinners, his a full juicy steak and my salad as he ordered one more pitcher of margaritas. I tried to wave him off when he went to pour me another glass, but he knocked my hands away from my glass and poured it anyway. I don’t get to drink much, only a glass of wine at night a couple of times a week. As such, I was already quite buzzed and on my way to being full blown drunk. Yet, he continued to serve me the margaritas. I didn’t even realize till I stood to leave how intoxicated I actually was. My head felt heavy and I knew that I was going to end up puking at the end of the night.
Jake paid our tab and escorted me back to his truck, wrapping his arm around me partly to help me partly to hold me close. He really was quite charming. I felt close to him. It was probably because I hadn’t been drunk in such a long time, but I was comfortable and warm. I felt secure under his arm and I admitted to him that I was feeling quite fine after the margaritas. He opened my door for me but before I could climb in he pulled me close by my blazer and kissed me. At first it was shock but I immediately allowed his tongue to slip past my lips. I welcomed the feeling that I had missed for so long. I was getting into the kiss but he broke from me. I wanted to kiss more but he clearly was experienced and knew to leave me wanting more. I climbed up into his truck and he shut the door.
In the truck on the way to a club, I really started feeling drunk; not buzzed, but drunk! I think it was partially by Jake’s quick moves driving that really made me start spinning a bit. I asked him if it would be alright if we didn’t go dancing. I explained that I normally don’t drink that much and that I was really feeling drunk and that I didn’t think I could handle dancing. He said he didn’t mind and asked where I wanted to go. As much as I enjoyed kissing him and was having a pretty good time, I really just wanted to go home and lie down for a little while. But to Jake, I just said that we could just go back and talk some more at my apartment.
I fumbled with my keys in the lock and was giggling like a school girl. Jake I think was getting a little annoyed at the night and eventually took the keys from me and unlocked the door. I invited him inside and immediately kicked off my shoes as I told him to make himself comfortable while I went to go pee. I shucked my blazer also as I returned. Jake had poured us a glass of wine and was sitting on my couch waiting patiently. I really didn’t want or need anything else to drink but he insisted. I sipped away on mine and we chatted about I don’t even remember. The next thing I knew we were kissing again.
It was different this time. It wasn’t as sweet and nice. It was now hard and fast. Jake pushed his weight on me and we slid back in the couch. He was on top of me, kissing me hard as his hands roamed my body on top of my clothes. Man, it did feel wonderful to have a man’s touch on me and I really did want and need this, but that little voice of reason in my head was yelling at me to stop it. I didn’t listen right away. He broke our kiss and kissed the sides of my neck and up to my ears (my weak spots) and back around to my lips. His hands that were once just tracing my body had now been focused on my boobs as he roughly groped them. Ah it was wonderful but the voice got louder and even though I was drunk, knew that I had to stop it. I quickly backed him off.
“Jake…this is soooo wonderful and you are such a good kisser but we have to stop. I…I don’t do this. I mean I want to but not tonight.” I really did want to. The other voice in my head was whispering to me to rip my clothes off, rip his off and jump on him. I was rout for that voice but listened to the other one. Jake was a little ticked I could tell. He wanted more. I did too but it was not going to happen this night. But I made a deal that the next date I was going to let him fuck the shit out of me!
Jake did stop and sat up not saying anything. He took a couple of deep breathes and I could tell he was pissed. I was going to make it up to him the next date. I sat up adjusting my shirt and my hair and told him I was sorry again. I leaned up and kissed him on his lips, stupidly. One peck led into two, then three and we were back at it again. He wrapped his arms around my back and my own around his as we kissed passionately. He started to lean me back again wanting to continue but he as we kissed I was able to signal “no”. He broke the kiss from me and pulled away. He was really pissed/disappointed now. He informed me that he had to go.
He took another sip of wine and stood. I didn’t want him to go but I knew he should. I immediately jumped up, still buzzing quite severely and grabbed for his hand as he reached the door. He opened it and I leaned in for one more quick kiss. We kissed briefly in the door before he broke it and stepped out telling me “goodnight.” I said mine and slowly shut the door as he stepped away from the door.
I leaned up against the closed door and closed my eyes and took a couple of deep breaths hating myself for not fucking him. I didn’t realize it but I guess I said that out loud. I stepped from the door just as Jake walked back through it. It startled me as I turned. “Did you forget something,” I curiously asked? “No.” he said as he threw the door shut behind him as he stepped to me and grabbed me around the waist. He pushed me up against the wall and began to kiss me hard all over again. Unlike the last time, this time his hands were quickly on my chest as his weight kept me pinned to the wall. I encompassed my arms around his neck as I felt his hands between my boobs. With one sudden move, he ripped my shirt open. It was hard and fast and I was totally not used to that. It was something out of one of my books or something. I would have said something but his mouth was deeply enthralled in mine. His hands were immediately on my upper stomach and moving north under my bra. He pushed it over my bare breast and ripped it also, right between the cups.
I was a little scared and extremely turned on by his power. However, my natural tendency was to cover myself in front of this man. I quickly moved my hand from around his neck to my own chest. He took a hold of my wrist and forcefully moved them up above my head where he held them in one of his own hands. I probably could have gotten out of his grip but I was losing all control. I was way too drunk and way too horny and in desperate need of getting some to fight him off.
With his dominate right hand, he touched my nude chest. He fondled and messaged my tits careful but to with force, mauling my flesh and lightly twisting and pulling my nipples. He wasn’t there too long though. His hand started sliding south. His mouth was encircling mine and I was unable to stop this. His hand tickled down my belly and I squirmed in resistance as he circled my navel in lightly a couple of times before he slid down further south. As he touched the top of my jeans, I got an overwhelming sense to stop. I pulled my hand from him his grasp still above my head and immediately grabbed the wrist of his right hand. He quickly grasped in and brought it back up above my head and took a firmer, very hard and slightly hurting grasp with his left hand as his right hand made its decent again. As he neared my jeans again, I again tried to pull away but he held me tighter against the wall. He snuck his knee in between my legs and was rubbing it in my crotch.
He quickly undid my belt and began to work on the button. I started to squirm in protest. He broke the kiss and his attempt to get into my pants and let go of my arms. He grabbed my face roughly in his hands on both sides and looked hard into my eyes, saying, “You want this MORE than I do. Quit fucking playing and DON’T MOVE!”
I was shocked and horrified. How did he know this? He was so forceful and demanding that I got scared and froze in place. A tear escaped from my eyes as he still held me hard between his hands staring still into my eyes.
He returned with both hands to my jeans. I was too nervous and scared to make a move. I just stood frozen against the wall as Jake undid my button and zipper. I held my breath as he quickly hooked his thumbs into the waist of my jeans and panties and worked them down my thighs to my knee. He looked back up at me forcefully and leaned in and began to kiss me hard but erotically. I accepted him back into my mouth. We kissed for several seconds before his hands began to play with my boobs again. I was hot. His jean-clad knee was again in my crotch and he started rubbing it over my slit. His hands on my boobs and his knee in my crotch, he began to rhythmically rub his knee between my legs. The friction of his rub made me instantly wet. He toyed with my nipples with his thumbs, flicking them up and down.
Jake moved his hands around my waist. He grasped my ass and roughly pulled and rubbed my cheeks. He slapped my ass hard in the distance he was able to use from the wall. He moved up my back. Suddenly, he yanked my hair down with great force. It hurt and I let out a small yelp. He began to kiss all around my neck. He kept his knee rubbing up and down my slit. He took his left hand and moved it around to my face. He was still pulling with a lot of force forcing my head backwards. He moved his left hand around to my mouth. He returned to my neck and began sucking and kissing it as he forced his fingers into mouth. I toyed with them with my tongue as if giving him a blowjob. He let his grip on my hair go and began to kiss me on my mouth again as his hands again slid down my back. Back to my ass again his hands went, pulling and stretching my ass. He pulled my cheeks apart and I felt pressure at my ass. He forced his tongue into my mouth hard as I felt more and more pressure at my ass. No one and nothing had ever been in my ass before and I didn’t want anything in it either. He pushed harder and I felt myself open slightly to accommodate the tip of his finger.
More pressure was felt as he pushed his finger deeper into my ass. It wasn’t comfortable. I would have screamed out but his mouth was all over me. He gave it more pressure and it slid in deeper then slowly started to withdrawal. It was almost out when he pushed it back deeper into me. He continued this rhythm. Together with his knee sliding on my clit and his right hand roughly messaging my boobs, I felt an orgasm start to build up. I was scared, upset, and mad at myself for feeling in ecstasy the way I did. I felt trapped and full as he continued his assault in my ass with his finger.
I was really pissed at myself as my orgasm crept closer. I wanted to deny it from him. But suddenly, his knee was gone from my crotch. I opened my eyes as he looked down my body. I felt a shift in his weight as he started to step in the crotch of my jeans and thong and began pushing them down.
“Step out of them,” he ordered me. I started to do as instructed. As I pulled one leg up, he forced the finger in my ass deeper. It was so uncomfortable. I grunted in pain at the fullness in my ass and tried to bare down to expel his finger without success. I managed to pull my foot out of one side of my jeans. I started to pull my other leg out and again he forced his finger a little deeper into my rectum. I let out another groan of discomfort and pain as I pulled my other foot out.
He began once again to fuck my ass in and out with his finger. He reached up again with his free hand and harshly yanked my hair back down causing me to once again scream out in pain. “You like this, don’t you? You like my finger buried in you ass.” I shook my head no, my hair still tightly gripped by his hand as he stared down into my eyes. He pulled my hair harder, saying, “Don’t lie. Tell me how much you like it. You are enjoying this. You wish my fingers were bigger so I could fuck you harder in you ass, don’t you?” I again shook my head no. “Tell me how you like it. Tell me!” He shoved his finger harder into my ass and pulled my hair equally harder. I was in to much pain to argue.
I quickly shook my head in agreement. “Yeah, I knew you did.” Then suddenly he pulled out of my ass and let go of hair and stepped back from me. My bowel suddenly felt very empty. I felt my ass slowly shrink back close. He stared at me but I didn’t move. I still was scared and stood frozen against my wall. He looked me up and down and I suddenly felt very naked and self conscious about my body. I started to move my arms to cover myself but Jake ordered me to stop. “Take that shirt and that ratty bra off.” I followed his orders, too scared of what he may do if I didn’t. I dropped it on the floor next to my waded up jeans. I again started to cross my arms over my naked body as I was really embarrassed. “No, no, no…spread you arms out.” I did as told. “Turn around slowly,” he said as he made a motion with his finger.
Jake began unbuttoning his shirt and pulled it from his jeans. He tossed it over the chair. He was starting to undo his jeans when I turned to face the wall and he fell out of sight. “Freeze,” he said as I could hear him move and the jingle of his belt as he pulled them off and tossed them over the chair again. “Bend over.” I again did as I was told. “Now reach back. Reach back and spread you cheeks.” I was extremely worried and quickly glanced over my shoulder at him, seeing him standing there naked except for his boxer briefs. “Do it.” I looked back at the wall and slowly reached back and began to pull my ass apart.
I stayed bent over, spreading my ass while he glared at me from my rear. “Turn around.” I stood back up, letting go of my own ass and slowly turned back around to face him, crossing my arms across my body once again. “Don’t cover yourself.” I dropped my arms again. I glanced up and down his hard body. He was in quite good shape, tight not muscular. I couldn’t help but glance at the large bulge hiding behind his underwear. Jake made a motion with his hand in a downward motion. “Lean against the wall and slide down.” I didn’t make a move. He said it again more forcefully and I didn’t move. He got a hard look in his eyes and took a quick step at me like he was going to hit me. My reaction was to turn my head, throw up my arms and squat down just a bit.
When I did look back up, Jake was standing in the same spot. “Squat down more.” Scared that he might actually hit me now, I did as he ordered and slid further down the wall, my knees parting as I did. He kept on motioning me down further till my ass was about a half foot from the carpet, then told me to freeze. “Spread your leg wider.” I did. “Now, touch yourself. Let me see you touch yourself.” I slowly moved my hands down to my crotch. I slowly started to touch myself. I couldn’t look at him. I was too embarrassed at what I was doing.
“Look at me.” I glanced up at him out of my periphery. “Look at me.” I moved my head just enough to look at him. “Use both hands. I want to see you finger yourself.” I took in a deep breath and slid my index finger over my clit several times then into my pussy. I repeated this a couple of more times. “Taste yourself. Tell me how good you taste.” I looked up into eyes and by his look I knew it wasn’t a choice, I had to do it. I slowly inched my finger up close to my mouth. I just kind of placed it on my lip. “Come on. Take it in your mouth. Make believe its my dick.” He flashed a quick smile. I slowly opened my lips. I pushed my finger inside my mouth, making sure not to touch it with my mouth. “Close your mouth. Come on, suck that finger.” I closed my lips around my finger and withdrew my finger from my mouth. “Good girl. Do it again. Like a blowjob this time. I opened my mouth again and pushed my finger inside and began to suck it. I played with it with my tongue. I was ordered to finger myself again and again taste my own juices, this time with two fingers. I did as ordered, staring up into his eyes as I did. I really got a sense of my own taste that time. It was kind of musky tasting, not what I expected.
Jake stepped up to me, his bulge a foot in front of me. “Take me out.” I reached up and pulled the thin cloth of his underwear down to mid thigh revealing a splendid erection. It wasn’t overly large or long. Jake also was hairless. I had never seen a totally hairless guy before. I, myself didn’t even shave or wax. I trimmed myself but I still had hair down there.
“Now, suck me like you did your fingers.” I accepted him into my mouth. I started sucking him good and long. My previous boyfriends had always said I gave good blowjobs and I was determined to give him a good one. As scared as I was, I thought that if I could get him to cum, he would be finished and would leave. If he left, there would be no way I’d ever see him again.
I played with his dick with my tongue in between taking him deep. His breathing intensified as he arched his back in ecstasy. I felt proud that I was doing a good job for him. It was a couple of minutes till I felt his dick start to jump in my mouth and I tasted the long forgotten saltiness of his precum in my mouth. I started to prepare myself for his load. I wasn’t sure if he was going to cum in my mouth or pull out and do it on my face and chest. Never the less, I really started to work hard trying to send him over the edge. But suddenly, he withdrew from my mouth. He pushed his boxer briefs all the way down and off, stepping out of them.
He reached down and took a hold of my nipple, pulling it and me up standing. He pulled me by the nipple toward the couch. As we got closer he stopped in front of the coffee table. I continued toward the couch, my nipple still in his grasp, but he yanked me back. He sort of threw me by my nipple down onto the coffee table. It wasn’t like a brutal throw, but it did hurt. He pushed me face down onto the cool surface of the wood coffee table. I started to almost panic as my mind raced with what he was going to do. I knew I was going to get fucked, but I wasn’t sure if he was going to fuck me in my ass that he showed such a keen interest in, or perhaps he was going to whip or spank me. I was petrified with fear.
Strangely though, Jake moved my hair from my back and gently but firmly began to give me a back massage. He really worked my tightened with fear muscles. He worked my back for about a good half hour, massaging every muscle in my back, skipping my ass and working my legs and thighs. Every time he would get close to my pussy, I think he could feel me tense up in anticipation for something to be shoved in me, but it never came. He even started massaging my ass muscles and again I was nervous, expecting another finger shoved up my ass, but it didn’t come. He tenderly worked me over.
I was sobering up fast now. The massage was wonderful and for some reason I began to trust him again. I started to think that all that had happen, him being forceful at me was because he was very dominate and he knew I wanted it. I was pissed he knew I wanted it. I wasn’t even really sure if I wanted to be treated that way. How the hell could he know what I wanted or needed?
I was starting to really relax. Jake started to really work my gluts. I still tensed up at first as he would pull my ass cheeks apart but soon learned to relax. He was also working my thighs really well. As he moved to the inner thigh, I instinctively spread my legs wider. He massaged up and down my inner thigh, getting closer and closer to my pussy. I felt his fingers lightly dance across it. Up until that point, he had not touched me there. Little by little, he touched me more and more, and I started to grow wet again.
Soon, his fingers were dancing only on my clit and my slit. He would lightly open my lips with a little pressure then let it relax back. Again and again he did this. I was quite enjoying myself. Finally, my anticipation was correct and his finger lightly pushed thru my folds and inside me. It was gentle and nice. He twisted his fingers around and around inside me. I again started to feel an orgasm grow. His fingers would hit just at the right spot. His other hand slid under and was vigorously rubbing at my clit. I was so relaxed and it fell so wonderful.
Suddenly, his fingers were gone. I felt his weight shift up my back. He again started at my shoulders and began to massage them. He bent down and kissed the back and sides of my neck and continued further down. I thought he would stop when he reached the small of my back but he didn’t he continued right down my cheeks. He slightly roughen hands parted my cheeks and I felt kiss to the inside of them. His finger was once again fucking my pussy as he continued planting soft kisses on my bottom. He slowly withdrew his moisten finger from me and slid it upward toward my ass. I felt pressure again at my hole. I didn’t enjoy it but after that wonderful massage, I didn’t make a move. With great pressure, I felt his finger slid into my ass again. He buried it deep into me and began to rotate it around inside me again. He withdrew it and again inserted it several time, loosening me up more. He then withdrew his finger.
I was absolutely shocked when I felt something else at my back door. At first I didn’t recognize what it was but soon figured it out. Jake had his tongue on my ass. I had never even heard of this and the thought alone disgusted me. Still, I laid still there on the cool coffee table face down as Jake toyed his tongue around my ass. His hand began working around my slit, occasionally sliding inside me as he liked my ass. My orgasm really began to swell in me.
Suddenly, he pulled away from me, much to my distress. He positioned himself at my slit and suddenly and without warning buried himself to the hilt in me. Even though I was wet and extremely turned on, the sudden force hurt me badly. I moaned out in pain like the first time I had sex. He pulled back out of me and slammed into me again, deeper. Again and again he fucked me from behind. I began to hear him grunt and groan behind me as he fucked he fast hand hard. He reached out and grabbed a fist full of my hair and yanked back on it hard, pulling my upper body from the table. He was fucking me with great force and rhythm and pain. He repositioned and placed the index finger of both hands inside the corners of my mouth. I tasted the faint taste of poo on his fingers but all I could focus on was the pain of him fucking me so hard.
I knew from his rate that he couldn’t last much longer, but suddenly, he withdrew from me. He quickly flipped me over onto my back. I looked up at him wondering what he was going to do. He quickly straddled my upper abdomen and began jerking off. With his other hand he was roughly mauling my right breast, really twisting the nipple hard. My boobs aren’t big and on my back they fall pretty flat and up and toward the sides. I definitely don’t have enough to be titty-fucked.
He quit jacking his dick and began smacking my boobs and yelling at me. “You, don’t even have enough tits that I can fuck. What are these tiny things.” He slapped them up and down hard, leaving marks of his hands on my white flesh. It really hurt and I tried to block his blows with my hands. He quickly took a hold of my arms and pushed them down on the table under him, locking them down. I struggled to get them free he again started slapping at my breast while he continued his jerking off. Finally, his expression changed and he couldn’t speak as he was getting ready to unload his cum on me. He took a hold of my nipple and twisted it hard as the first blast shot across my face and into my hair. Several more jets shot from him all over my face till he finally shot no more. He finally let go of my nipple but didn’t move off me. I don’t think he had the strength. I also quit struggling against him.
He finally was able to move and he stood up off of me. He backed off me to the end of the coffee table and extended his hand for me. I accepted it and he pulled me up so I was siting on the table, his cum striping my face and gooing up my hair. His dick was still hard but began to loose it valor, bits of cum collecting just inside the tip. He pulled me closer to him and stood up on his toes and escorted his semi toward my mouth as he pulled me in. I opened and allowed his dick into my mouth, sucking the last bits of cum from it. He petted my head and kept saying “thank you” for what he called the “best orgasm” he’d ever had. It was strange but I felt kind of proud by that statement.
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