FILTHY WET DIARIES (collections)

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's place for the holiday. Partly because

n was her newl

him that made ladies drool over him. I was not exempted

ks at me like I'm some sort of meal, ready to be devour

ast unconsciously as I g

as she saw me. Apparently, she wa

t school and stuff as she guided m

though he had roughly ran his hands through them. I couldn't help but drool at him. His pants were on the lower part of his waist,

when I did, he was staring at me. A mischievous sinful smirk

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wandered round my body. I noticed, a

g able to say more as my body was

I'll show you to your room so you can

up. After I was done I went downstairs dr

time I saw Marcus. His eyes carefully sc

ms to be a b

o change and was about heading back upstairs when my sister came in. She had gone to get s

and went to

uestions about school and I answered all

r acquaintances after which I offered to do the di

d me as he placed the cup he had used to drink in the dish and his bare chest brushed my bac

was hoarse and low with somet

help relieve my aching p***sy,

le to utter a word, for fear that

used hands and I felt my knees weaken instantly. I held on to the

out properly. I guess that's why my b

ps climb the stairs up an

dishes and went st

ng for breath helplessly. The image of Marcus' bare upp

, my pulse between

athe right. I

p and tossed it to the side, as my fingers reacted on their own. I shoved my hands into my panties, unsurprised and g

ick rough fingers slid into me, spreading me open, pushing deeper, curling just at th

down on my lips to keep myself quiet, but

s rocking upwards into my own hand. I imagined him calling me dirty names

my panties aside, and eating me of

... ohh

roken, needy

t three, stretching, fucking myself,

faster between my legs, thinking of al

unds became more persistent, filling the ro

s, as I kept calling his name o