Getting His Trophy Wife

This little incident started at a party where there were a lot of good people. And then there was the host and hostess: Brad, the quintessential jerk and his wife, the trophy wife, who was really okay – when she wasn’t being the complete screaming bitch.

I used to work for Brad’s firm and had the good sense to leave it before either I killed him or I got fired. He, to this day, thinks I like him and I, for my own reasons, never corrected that false assumption.

Brad was throwing this shindig and it was his way of trying to show everyone how important and wealthy he was. It was for his associates (employees) and friends, real and imagined – probably mostly imagined, and was in the ballroom of a hotel. To a large extent, I think most of the people here were here to party with each other, have a good time, and have as little to do with Brad as they could get away with and not be obvious about avoiding him. That was certainly my case anyway. Not surprisingly, he and Keri (the trophy wife) showed up late: I assumed they were supposed to be making an entrance of some kind.

I only knew Keri well enough to know that I would love to get her in the sack and sure as hell wouldn’t ever want to live with her; you see, she had a bit of a temper. I had seen her screaming-bitch act on more than one occasion; fortunately, I wasn’t the object of her tirade on any of those occasions. Between Brad’s money and contacts, if he felt she had been wronged, he could make someone’s life miserable – something Keri traded on heavily when she wasn’t getting her way.

In they came, Keri acting every bit the part, smiling and walking with one foot in front of the other like a model. I don’t think she had a brain in her head, but she had, in her own way, done well by marrying Brad. She had on a little, and I do mean little, black dress cut way too low to ever permit a bra – that V in the front went down to just below her belly button. Yes her little navel was pierced, and no, that large diamond in it wasn’t paste. She was short and wasn’t overly endowed, but that worked out well with this dress. She had a nice ass too, and the dress ended just below it. Now and then there was just a hint of stocking tops below the hem of her dress. Yea, it was that short. At least I hoped it was a stocking top that was showing and not part of pantyhose. I had to wonder what she was going to do if she ever had to sit (Shoot a serious beaver?) or bend over (You would be able to tell if she had panties on from the top.). Brad was known to like her dressed in outfits like that – so everyone would know what a sexy little woman he had for a wife. Note that that sounds a little possessive, which is about the way Brad looked upon his wife – as if he owned her; she was his possession. After watching her for a minute or so, I decided that she was putting on a front and that she wasn’t at all happy.

Something like ten minutes after they had made their entrance, I was over at the bar getting a refill when she came over for a drink. “Hi Keri,” I said politely. “You’re looking good tonight.”

“Hi,” she said curtly, and then motioned to the bartender. “Scotch,” she said as he got to her.

“Any particular brand?” he asked.

“Expensive! Uh, a single malt – Glenlivet, and no ice!”

Oh, I guess she was in just about as good a mood as I had suspected. “How’re you tonight?” I inquired casually, and not expecting much of a pleasant response.

“Pissed. I really don’t want to be here,” she said curtly without really looking at me.

Well, she didn’t bite my head off. That was a good start. “Really? Why not? I thought you liked parties, and this is starting off okay.”

“My husband’s a louse,” she said downing her drink. Setting the glass down hard, she motioned the bartender for another.

I though of asking her if she just now figured that out, but thought better of it. “Oh, how’s that?” I asked feigning real interest. If she were to list all the things that made him a louse, I could be here all night – and that’s just the things I knew about.

“He just is,” she said, finally turning and looking at me.

Ah, the short list. “Pretty general description. You looked happy enough when you came in with him.” I lied. I had already decided that she hadn’t looked the least bit happy.

“I guess I act well. I have to. He’s the one with the money, not me.”

Ah, money! I knew she was with him for a reason. I wasn’t going to tell her to keep her day job, whatever that was, because she couldn’t act to save her life. “Well, he doesn’t seem to be short of money. So, what’s money got to do with being a louse?”

“It’s not the money. I think,” she said after a minute and downed the next drink before continuing, “he’s got himself a little honey on the side; probably some little slut who works for him.”
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Virgin Melons

I squeezed Tara’s large D cup tits around my cock and started sliding it up and down between her soft, slippery melons.

I loved titty fucking my girlfriend Tara. She had nice, large D cups, with big red nipples and medium sized areolas. All attached to a perfectly slim, hourglass figured.

I rode my girlfriend’s chest like no tomorrow. My big balls dragged up and down between her cleavage as I thrusted my cock up and down. I could feel Tara’s hands squeezing and caressing my ass and her loud moans were turning me on more and more.

I tightly squeezed and squished her big tits over my cock so I couldn’t see it anymore. I pounded her big tits harder and harder. I loved feeling the bottoms of her knockers bounce against my slick thighs.

“Hmmm Tara! I love your tits. Ohhhh I’m going to cum!” I moaned.

I fucked Tara’s tits for nearly 6 minutes and was ready to explore. I thrusted harder between her soft pillows as my cockhead expanded enormously. The peehole open up and sprayed my girlfriend’s chest and then erupted between her boobs. I pulled my cum-spurting cock from her tits and sprayed the surfaces of her lovely mounds. I rubbed my cockhead against her hard nipples and drenched them as best as I could with my thick jizz.

I alternated back and forth between her big tits, emptying my remaining jizz and cockslapping her delicious mounds.

I rolled off my girlfriend and lied next to her. I watched as she rubbed my cum into her breasts. I reached over and helped smear my cum all over her left breast.

“Hey baby?” Tara said in a soft voice.

“Yes?” I answered as I sat up with my limp dick jiggling between my thighs.

“I have a friend who is a virgin in many ways,” Tara said.

“Oh really?” I answered.

“Yes. She’s waiting for the perfect guy to take her virginity away.”

I started to get a little nervous as too where this conversation was going.

“My friend Merlin told me by her 19th birthday, she wanted to lose her tit-fucking virginity. She doesn’t have a boyfriend and all the guys that would want to fuck her tits are dumb jocks and assholes,” Tara continued to explain.

My forehead began dripping with beads of sweat.

“And so I was wondering since next week is her 19th birthday babe. If you would be the first to fuck her tits?”
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Costume Party

It was Friday night, hanging out with my buddies, we decided to throw a giant party at my friend Tom’s house.

“We’ll have it next Friday, we’ll have everyone we know, and we’ll make it a costume party,” Tom said, I could see the wheels turning in his genius head as to what could happen. The two of us had gone to college together, we both became part of an Internet company, which managed to make rather large stock gains, and us being the only stockholders, we became rather wealthy. Of course, being wealthy men, we managed to get married within 3 years of hitting it big, and our wives are very beautiful, smart women who we loved.

I met my wife in high school, and we had been going out off and on since then, and we got married right out of college, her name was Amber, and she had blonde hair, blue eyes, and was 34C-25-34, 5’8″. She always looks beautiful no matter what else is going on in her life (I’m surprised I go out at all with her waiting at home). After our night of drinking and organizing was over, I headed home, very excited. I told my wife about the party, and she too was excited, she hadn’t been to a costume party, and parties at Tom’s were always an event, we were usually able to get a lot of people who were all interested in having fun.

The next morning I awoke to my wife kissing my neck, always a welcome feeling. I had my arm around her, then she kissed her way down my body until she finally got to the “morning wood” she loves to give me head in the mornings. She loves how my cock is always stiff, almost as if it knows what it is going to get, and gets excited just for her. She slowly put the head of my cock into her mouth, rubbing the head, licking it, and swirling her tongue around it. Then she started putting my cock into her mouth, then she started deep throating me.

I could feel her tongue slide up and down my shaft, as her head bobbed up and down on my throbbing member. I could feel my balls tighten, and I put my hand on the back of my wife’s head (our signal that I was about to cum) and unleashed a load that left me feeling drained, and that my wife happily swallowed. We stayed in bed, I had my arms around her, and I felt her body, her smooth skin, and started fingering her pussy, slowly, teasing her, then shoving my fingers in with more force and purpose, adding another finger inside her. Hearing her screams, and eventually an orgasm. We managed to get out of bed, eat breakfast, and shower (separately). I called Tom and asked if anything needed to be done at the office. He said that he had just scheduled a meeting at his house for this afternoon but nothing until then, I said I would make it over there, and came early, bringing my wife since she would talk to Tom’s wife, Nancy.

We got their and the entire meeting was just about the party, and it was now going to be the day after tomorrow, it was still a costume party, and would start somewhere around 8 o’clock. The guests didn’t need to bring anything, except themselves, and of course, costumes, my wife and I left, had dinner out and both were exhausted, so we went to bed.

The next morning my wife said she would pick up our costumes that night when she went to her friend’s a few miles outside of the city. “What are you getting?” I asked, actually expecting an answer.

“You’re just going to have to wait and see.” She said smiling smugly at me. I kissed her goodbye and watched her drive off. The entire day was spent sleeping, and watching sports later on that night.

Finally, I woke up the next morning and ate breakfast, I sat on the deck in my backyard and read the paper, looking out over the pool. It was so relaxful that I didn’t even notice my wife walk up behind me.

“Miss me?” She asked, making me lean my head back to see her.

“Yeah, what did you pick up?” I asked anxiously, wanting to hear what kind of costumes my wife had picked for us.

“Come on inside, I’d rather show you” She smiled at me, that devilish smile she had whenever she had something erotic planned for us. I followed her in, my cock already stiffening and my mind wandering about what would become of this situation. I waited in the living room as my wife stepped off into the bathroom to change into her costume. It took her a few minutes to get into the costume, but the result was well worth the wait. My wife came out in the tightest, and smallest nurse outfit I have ever seen. It was one piece (kind of like the dresses that tennis players wear) and was button down to the waist, and then was a normal skirt, It went only about 3 inches past her ass, and she even had the hat with the red cross on it. Needless to say, I couldn’t put any words together to tell her how great she looked.
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Glory Hole Slut

I introduced Margie to glory holes three years ago. It was on our second anniversary. I had been renting movies once or twice a month almost from the day we were married. We watched them at home.

I still remember the first one I brought home. It opened with a girl asleep in a bed. She was tossing and turning like she was dreaming. Then she started feeling herself. When she finally opened her eyes her tits were bare and she was pinching her nipples. Then her hand moved down her body and between her legs. She started squirming around as she rubbed her pussy, shoving her panties between the folds of her cunt lips.

When she pulled her panties off she got real serious about fingering her cunt. She spread her legs wide and reached to the side of the bed and picked up a dildo. Looking at her wide-open snatch Margie said, “Oh how gross. Are you really supposed to get turned on by looking at that?”

I didn’t say anything and Margie started to get up. But then a nude man walked into the bedroom. His cock was just hanging between his legs, but you knew when it got hard it was going to be huge.

Margie gasped and sat back down. The guy and girl got together on the bed and ate each other and fucked until the cum shot. The girl got half the cum in her face and half in her mouth. As soon as that happened Margie jumped on me and we screwed like a couple of bunnies.

That was the first video. Margie never said “gross” again. She watched every movie I brought home and she never failed to get super horny.

I’ve always thought it would be hot to watch some fucking and sucking live. You know, be in the same room so you could smell as well as see and hear the action. I knew I’d never go to Amsterdam or any other place where you can watch shows like that. And really it seemed to me it would be more exciting if you actually knew the people. So that naturally led to thinking of watching Margie.

When I told her I’d like to watch her she misunderstood. She was very happy to let me watch her masturbate. I didn’t clear up the misunderstanding. I figured I’d do that some other time.

Next I introduced her to flashing. Of course she was nervous as hell at first. The first time was a trucker. Before I pulled along side I reached over and pulled her tube top down. She just thought I wanted to see her tits and didn’t realize what was happening till the turcker blew his horn. She was embarassed but got over it pretty quickly. And she liked it. Eventually she even did some flashing on her own and told me about it later. That always led to some hot sex.

I wasn’t sure if I wanted to see some other guy fuck her. But I did like the idea of her sucking some other guy. On the other hand I didn’t want her meeting some guy and maybe getting to like him too much. That’s when I got the idea of using glory holes.
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Sloppy Seconds

“Have a good night, Barry.” My wife turned and kissed me as she left to go clubbing again. She looked pretty sexy with her short black mini-skirt and a leather top. Her long black hair covered some of her large 36c breasts but she brushed it aside to show off. “You like?”

“Of course.” I said running my hand over her leather clad breasts. “You sure Sara can’t wait a few more minutes?” My hand wandered under her skirt and between her legs now rubbing at her black lace panties.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get that later, when I get home. You mind if I get freaky tonight?” she asked coyly, a shitty smile crossed her face. She must be horny already.

“Like what?” already knowing the answer.

“I don’t know, maybe giving some guy head in a bathroom?” Her left hand pressing against my hardening cock.

“I don‘t know,” I sighed as her hand slid up and down the front of my pants.

“Please?” She whispered as she kissed at my neck. “I‘ll tell you all about it, like the last time.”

I couldn‘t take anymore of her teasing, she had been doing it all day. “If you want to.”

She turned kissed me on the cheek, and left with Sara, one of her girlfriends. All night I couldn’t get the picture out of my mind that she was probably giving some guy an awesome blowjob and him cumming allover her face in the process. She had been out several times and the last time this guy had her hands down his pants while begging for a blowjob. I didn’t know about it until the next day, she told me while we were fucking, but she didn’t give him head for fear of pissing me off. After thinking of it nonstop I finally went to sleep in anticipation of my wife arriving home.
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My Trophy Wife

When I look back on what happened last month, I definitely blame myself to a large extent. I’ve been married to my gorgeous and sexy wife for 12 years. My wife Lea has an incredible body – the kind that all men dream about getting to screw at least once in their lifetime. She has long legs leading up to a great shapely ass, the most amazing tits that I’ve ever seen and to top it all off, her face is beautiful with stunning eyes and sexy lips. Lea and I met during my junior year in college and after many attempts, she finally accepted an offer to go on a date with me. The rest as they say is history, as we were inseparable from then on.

Also attending that college were two guys that to this day are my best friends. The three of us; myself, Ray and George had a lot in common, from playing division 1 baseball, to partying, to chasing great looking girls. It was in our junior year that we first saw Lea. She was a transfer student that had all of the guys drooling over her, and the three of us were no different. From the moment we saw and met her, she became the most sought after girl for each of us.

Ray, who is a light-skinned African-American was the first to pursue her and George also tried to get a date set up with her. Fortunately for me, Lea turned down each of them multiple times, which still left the door open for me. At the time, she was not dating anyone and politely told anyone that asked her out that she was just focusing on her studies and getting acclimated to the new school. That worked perfectly for me, because even though I was a jock and partier, I tended to be a little quieter, especially around the girls.

So, when I was not playing fall baseball, I was spending time in the library, as Lea was there a lot. I think I spent more time in the library that one semester than I did the entire rest of my college career. But it worked. We eventually became study partners and I even signed up for a Social Dance class she was taking in the spring semester at her request.

I finally got her to accept a request for a date on Valentine’s Day, when I sent her what I thought was a corny card, but it worked. When Lea and I first started dating, Ray and George were always begging for details and trying to steal her from me. But, Lea’s and my relationship just got stronger and we ended up getting married 18 months later, after we each graduated with our degrees.

George and Ray were two of our groomsmen and even after we got married, hung out at our place most of the time for the first few years after graduation. They would regularly tell me how lucky I was to have landed a babe like Lea, and I’d frequently rub it in their faces that she turned them both down multiple times before she started dating me. Eventually George and Ray each found a lady that he was serious about and by the time Lea and I were celebrating our 3rd anniversary, each of them had gotten married as well.

George married Rachel, who was tall and fairly attractive and Ray ended up marrying a white girl named Cindy, who was just over 5 feet tall but cute. Neither of these women had the sexy looks or killer body that Lea did, so over the next few years, the macho talk continued between George, Ray and I. Lea, Rachel and Cindy became good friends, so the three of us couples would go out frequently together, not to mention the ladies going on shopping Saturdays, while us guys played any sports we could find.

It was after one of those Saturdays of playing in a softball tournament that I probably pushed George and Ray too far. We stopped by a bar on the way home to have a few beers and order some lunch. As was pretty common, the talk eventually turned to women and Ray made a comment that he still could not believe that I could have landed somebody as hot as Lea. And even though it had been a dozen years since we all graduated, she still looked as hot as ever, especially compared to their wives. George then made a remark that if she had not accepted that date with me, he definitely would have eventually convinced her to let him take her out and he would have tapped that great looking body.
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Pool Party

Tammy and I were hanging out at Steph’s house late one afternoon, as we often do. Steph’s parents have a big two-story house only a couple blocks from campus, and it’s a nice place to escape the dorm scene for awhile. We were lounging in Steph’s bedroom, drinking coke and sharing some gossip.

Steph mentioned that her parents were going away on vacation next week. Tammy, who never misses an opportunity, blurted out, “You are so lucky—you get the whole place to yourself, to do whatever you like. Party week!”

Steph licked her lips and said, “Oh come on, like I’m gonna turn the place into a frat house or something!”

I chimed in. “You know, I could sure use some serious recreation right now. It’s summer time, and we’re not even really enjoying it. Summer session really bums me out sometimes. I haven’t even had a date in months.”

Tammy chortled. “That’s nothing, Ann, or little miss Stephanie here’s never had a date at all!” She tugged playfully on Steph’s bare leg, causing her to tumble backwards onto the bed.

“You’re such a liar!” screamed Steph in mock anger. “I have too had a date!”

“You uncle Bubba doesn’t count.”

“Greg and I went out lots in high school. But after he hooked up with Jen, I just got disgusted. Figured I had better things to do with my time.” Steph’s face wasn’t showing much emotion, it was clear she’d gotten used to talking about the breakup with detachment.

“But don’t you get horny?” I asked. Steph blushed. “Sorry,” I quickly added. “I didn’t mean to get too personal.”

“It’s OK,” said Steph. “I just usually don’t talk about things like that. But it’s OK. I fantasize sometimes, but that’s it.”

“Come on! Tell us! Tell us!” Tammy was now on the bed next to Steph, prodding her in the side. Tammy was one of those active, healthy-looking people that make the rest of us feel inadequate—smooth-skinned, toned, proportioned. Steph is small and delicate, with short dark hair and a kind of little-kid look. I could tell she was uncomfortable with Tammy’s rough-housing, but didn’t want to seem uptight, so she put up with it.

“Not much to tell, really. Mostly I fantasize about getting guys turned on . . . strangers, usually, but sometimes guys I know from class. You know, flirting, getting them worked up, maybe flashing some skin. It’s not really about the guys, it’s more thinking about myself acting sexy, that’s the turn-on.”

“And how far does it go?” I asked her.

“Well, sometimes I imagine it going on to sex, but usually I get off before then.” Steph blushed again.

“I have those kinds of fantasies too,” I confessed. “I know guys look at me a lot, and sometimes I’d really like to cut lose and play it up, you know. But then you realize everybody knows everybody, people will start to talk, and all that.”

“That’s the great thing about spring break,” said Tammy, “you’re a zillion miles away, and you know you’re not ever going to see these people again, so you can be uninhibited. I started flirting with this guy on the beach, and two hours later we were screwing in my motel room.”
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Fucking My Sister In Law

Some days, after work, I go to my mother-in-law’s apartment. Last week, when I got there, she wasn’t home. I waited in my car for her, listening to my new CDs. My sister-in-law Sylvia, lives in the same apartment complex, and five minutes later, she was outside asking if I wanted to wait inside with her. I noticed that she had a button undone on her shirt, which she never does. As she bent over through the window I could see into her shirt (or was I staring?)

Sylvia is about 5’8″ and has a slender build. Her dark hair curls around her ears and cascades over her shoulders, down to the large breasts she tries to hide with oversized shirts. The few times I’ve seen her in anything other than baggy pants, I noticed she has a nice ass, small and round. Her beautiful face showcases exotic eyes and a smile no one can say no to.

Once inside, I sat down, and Sylvia offered me a drink. When she bent down to put my soda on the coffee table, I could clearly see most of her double-Ds. I couldn’t see everything, but I could tell that she wasn’t wearing a bra. When she stood up, I saw cleavage, cleavage that she has never shown before. Except for the tight short or pants she sometimes wore, she always dressed very conservatively, always a high collar shirt or buttoned up to the top. Even the mini skirt that she changed into when we came in was every unusual for her.

Sylvia had her drink of choice, wine. Though she wasn’t slamming it like a shot, she was not sipping it like most people do. I have seen her get really drunk before but never taking-her-clothes-off drunk. 15 minutes and three glasses later, one more button was open on her shirt and her skirt was moving up. I wasn’t sure if I wanted my mother-in-law to come home (this was my sister-in-law in front of me) or if I wanted her to have more wine.

I was halfway done with my soda and she was getting a fourth glass. When she sat back down, she sat with her legs slightly open, and I could see she had on blue panties. I was finding it harder not to stare. ‘This is my sister-in-law,’ I told myself, ‘I can’t look,’ but at the same time I was hoping to see more.

Unexpectedly, she quickly stood up, unbuttoning one more button. Her double-Ds seemed ready to fall out. She walked over to me, lifting up her skirt. I could see little butterflies on her panties. She opened her shirt, allowing one of her breasts to show, then quickly covered it. Sitting in my lap, she put her arm around my neck and drew my face into her open shirt.
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Getting Pegged

Hank always thought his sister’s significant other Lisa was sexy. Even though she had an air ‘butchness’ about her. Lisa’s hair was done up feminine. She wore dresses occasionally to work and she used makeup. But she had a mannish way of walking and talking. She relished dirty jokes and just like men she made the occasional inappropriate sexual remark. She clearly was the ‘man’ of the relationship with his sister even though they both said that the relationship wasn’t about masculine/feminine stereotypes. Lisa was always in the man position during cuddling or snuggling. Eva, Hank’s sister, always wrapped her arms around Lisa’s neck during kissing. It their whole relationship it seemed that Lisa was the man and Eva was the woman. And Hank was jealous that his had found such a sexy and masculine woman.

Hank liked to fantasize that Lisa would make him have sex with her. Make him lick her cunt and suck hard on her small but perky tits. And for the finale, she would strap-on a dildo and stick it up his ass and fuck him til they were both exhausted.

Hank was a wimp and he had known this since he was little. He was always taken with the women who were masculine. He enjoyed watching women bodybuilders, they always turned him on. So Hank naturally thought of himself as the femme side of the equation and wanted to be with women who would be the masculine side. Hank loved to masturbate to fantasies about women doing him in his back door. From a young age he fondled and then eventually penetrated his ass. And from the first time he penetrated himself he knew that he would love a good ass fucking. When he moved out on his own he even bought a dildo to use on himself. He spent many a night in anal ecstasy picturing that a woman was giving it to him good. Now at the age of 23 he wanted a women to fuck him. Especially if the ass fucker was Lisa.

Lisa and Hank got along well because they were both big sports fans. She was a Giant fan and he was a Dodger fan. They would tease and mock each other throughout the baseball season. But since he had moved to SoCal a year ago they didn’t go to any games together anymore.
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The Blowjob

I drove away from my house in a hurry, downshifting for speed. As I got near town and started fighting the traffic, I thought about Janet, the chick I was on my way to see. She worked at the record store downtown, and told me when I was there earlier that if I came by at closing, I would probably get lucky!

We have been flirting over the last 6 weeks or so, every time I go in there. She is college-age, kind of freaky. She has her hair dyed black and a nose-ring and wears ALL KINDS of eye makeup, but you can tell she is really pretty underneath and God, what a bod!

She has nice hips, a slim waist and a perfect set of gorgeous 36C’s! She’s always wearing these jeans that drag the floor because she has them pushed way down her hips, and tight t-shirts that aren’t quite long enough for her. This shows off her flat tummy and navel in the sexiest way.

Anyway, as I pulled into the parking lot, I could see the closed sign was already up. I walked up to the front door & peered in. She was in the back, but she saw me. She sauntered up to unlocked the door & let me in.

“You look good!” I shouted.

“Huh?” She couldn’t hear me over the loud music. That’s ok, I hadn’t gone there for the conversation.

I followed her into the back of the store, where the grimy office was. She had me sit down in an office chair that was pushed up against the wall. She then sat on my lap, facing me, and sort of clutched my legs with hers and started gyrating her hips against my crotch. My cock was already hard at this point and it started to drive me a little nuts. She held her lips about an inch from mine, we were both panting. As soon as I went to pull her top off of her, she grabbed it and pulled it off herself.
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