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‘True Story bro:’ A diamond in the rough”She came riding fast, like a phoenix out of fire flames …”She swept into my life like a bad storm settling over a beach littered with families on holiday. An internet find, from a random dating site I’d long given up on. Turns out we have history – from the same small town, with some distant relatives together through marriage. Turns out we also have some similar tragedy in our lives – addiction, broken families, broken marriages, pain, abuse. Eight years my junior, she proved an untamed counterpoint to life I’d lived that was only slightly more stable; the paths that she spoke of were paths riddled with excuses and mistakes and lies, paths beaten down and well-trod by us both.We bonded quickly, and found ourselves wanting to meet faster than expected. I picked her up near her home, and found her as adorable as her pictures would suggest: short, curvy, tan, arms muscled and hands calloused from years of backbreaking labor in various factories – a fair contrast to my Casual Male, button-down nature. There was a sad insecurity about her as she spoke of her life, a quality that only further solidified my desire for this tough yet somehow delicate whisp of a woman. We grabbed up some drinks, and went back to my house. We talked, we listened to music, we reflected on the paths that had been so diverse yet somehow diverged enough to bring us into one another’s lives. Then she turned to me, and with arms around my neck smiled sweetly through the haze. “I’m going to use you, now.””Oh, use me?” I mused. “Whatever do you mean?””Well,” she purred, “I don’t want a boyfriend right now, but I wouldn’t mind some tenderness. And some cock.””Ah,” I nodded. “Fortunately I have plenty of both to give.”Her tongue found its way into my mouth, warm and soft and redolent of whiskey. I cradled her face in my hands, relishing illegal bahis siteleri the closeness and and sweetness that grew quickly with passion. She lay down on the couch, stretching catlike with a demure smile on her tanned face. She tugged her shirt up over her soft belly; I ran my tongue down its length and planted feathery kisses in circles around the small indent of her navel. She gasped.”No one has kissed my belly in fuckin’ years,” she said with a moan. “I forgot how much I love it.””That is a goddamn crime, baby,” I answered, licking tiny trails around the curves of her hips and stomach. “Oh my god,” she groaned, writhing her hips into the sofa cushions. “I am so wet right now.”Unconvinced, I sat up and decided to check that condition for myself. I slipped a hand into the waist of her jeans, and caressed her mound through her panties, feeling the lump of her hood piercing against the tip of my middle finger – a novelty I’d not yet encountered in a sex partner, and one I was immediately fascinated Casino oyunları arasında en güvenilir slot siteleri arayışınız varsa eğer bettingmarkt.com sitesi üzerinden slot siteleri listesine ulaşabilirsiniz. by.She moaned again, and shifted her hips forward. Her thighs parted and with a quick gesture my fingers found their way into the side of her panties. I glided a finger down her slit, and felt her dampness immediately. “Oh my – somebody’s pussy is all worked up,” I said, slipping a finger inside and working it against her clit. Breathless, she pushed her jeans down to her ankles and yanked her blouse up over her breasts. They spilled out to the sides, soft tanned globes capped with brown areola and thick, wrinkled nipples – one of which displayed a barbell piercing, yet another novelty for me to explore and appreciate. She scooped her breasts into her hands and pushed them tightly together, squeezing both nipples between one thumb and forefinger. My finger continued working in her, alternating between her now pulsing youwin güvenilir mi clit and the sopping wet hole below, finding her juices there and slipping back up to tease her nub further. I slid another finger into her and she seized my arm immediately.”Jesus, I love fingers,” she groaned from between clenched teeth, and with my wrist clasped in her right hand, she slowly pumped her hips, pushing her mound against my hand and shoving my fingers deeper inside her. I shifted forward, and with my tongue grabbed her pierced nipple and pulled it into my mouth, clamping it against the roof of my mouth and sucking hard.She whipped around on the sofa like a flagellant, her soft moans now open wails of passion. “Yes!” she exclaimed, her free hand grabbing the back of my head, yanking my hair. “Oh god, yes – suck it hard!”I acquiesced, sucking with determined force against the unyielding metal of the barbell, feeling her nipple stiffening even as I pulled at it with my teeth. She let out a yelp, and her hips increased their furious bucking, slamming hard against my hand and driving my fingers far into her gushing cunt. Her moans had become quiet, mewling gasps of air as she worked her frenzy, eyes squeezed shit, teeth bared as her breath whistled in and out.”I’m cumming,” she gasped. “I’m cumming so hard! Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” Stopping was not a consideration, however, as she maintained her grip on my wrist, never quite letting me take control, holding fast to her previous declaration of “I’m going to use you.”Staying the course, I flicked her other nipple with my tongue in relentless tease, my free hand now cupping and squeezing her pierced breast. Her mouth hung open now, her breath hot and fast. Her hips flew up off of the sofa, and she let go of my wrist as she grasped at the back of the couch in wild abandon.”Cumming!” perabet she screamed, and her thighs clamped tightly around my hand, her bucking now a rhythmless, mindless grind. She squealed, a high girlish sound that belied the sweetness behind her rough, tomboy exterior, and her lips became thin white lines against the grimace of joy now punctuating her orgasm. She held her hips suspended in the air for one long, final moment, her thighs holding tight to my hand, which somehow had continued to work itself into her as she climaxed. Then, with one last high-pitched gasp, she collapsed back on to the sofa, her breasts rippling and heaving with every breath. Smiling, I slid my fingers out of her slit, which was still convulsing and twitching from her completion. She lay quiet for a moment, her eyes still shut, her breath calming slowly. I traced lines along her belly with my fingers and watched her face carefully. Before long a slow smile creased her her face. She opened her eyes and regarded me with her dark, intense gaze. “That was hot,” she muttered, her voice still thick. “I really needed that.””Glad I could help,” I grinned. “It was actually my pleasure.”She nodded. “I could tell.” Lifting herself up off the couch slightly, she craned her neck down to sneak a peak at the crotch of my jeans. “Looks like you definitely enjoyed it!”For the first time, I’d become aware of the erection now straining at the front of my trousers. A small stain of precum had seeped through my underwear and stained my jeans, standing out as a period terminating the discussion of my arousal. “Uh yeah, I guess I did,” I considered. She sighed and her hand slid down the front of my jeans and squeezed my throbbing cock. “I could probably use this, too. If you’re up for it, ha ha?””Oh, I am so up for it,” I said, and stood up. I offered her a hand to take and she accepted, sliding her legs over the edge of the sofa and rising to her feet. “I think I need a little more room than the sofa, though.”Calmly, I led her away from the living room and down the hall to my waiting bedroom, my cock tight with anticipation …

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