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Resumo da Biografia
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I'd been back from school for winter break when I met my mom's new boyfriend for the first time. My parents divorced when I'd been five, so that it wasn't like it was traumatic or anything to fulfill the guy. I didnrrrt expect him to get so damn hot, though. He's a fitness professional, and fit as hell—six-pack-abs-and-ripped-arms fit, like the thing is that in advertisements to lose weight supplements and gym memberships. When he rang the doorbell one evening around 6pm looking for my mom, who had been out right at that moment, I made the decision to play hostess at my comfy but clingy sweats. I invited him inside and poured us each a glass of wine.
2 hours later, there we were two bottles deep and neither of us had heard from my mother. I made the 1st move, touching his knee and sliding my hand up his inner thigh. When I received to his crotch, he leaned back and said, ‘Fuck it!' Establishing stood up. I stood up too, about the seat of the couch. Then I jumped into his arms, legs wrapped tightly round his waist and impressively firm ass. His dick felt so great poking through his pants, rubbing against my vagina, I knew I could orgasm from dry humping him similar to that. But I wanted him inside me, so I reached down and grabbed it. We fucked—fast—from the laundry room, where we a look at the driveway if my mom came back. Most of our clothes remained on, and we powered the washer so that it would vibrate beneath me because he pumped and pumped, deeper and deeper. It turned out the dirtiest thing I've ever done, and I'd undertake it again.”
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