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without caring whether this man was m

cock as he saw my fingers rubbing my pussy . I was nervous, but I couldn't show it to him for even a second. As he arrived,

y wetness, circling up to my clit and pressing hard against it. I moaned loudly, throwing my head back as he pushed his

to make me go. He worked his fingers quickly and purposefully, knowing he'd make me come before he ever touched me with his cock. I reached back and

raged me. "That's r

. I shouted and arched my back, feeling his fingers slide out of my grasp. He slid forward, my body still convulsing, and put the head of his cock wi

y fingertips over his muscular abs, the water spilled around us. My lips hung wide, and ecstasy screams flew from my thro

fingers sank into my flesh, and the simultaneous pleasure and pain put me into an ecstatic trance. Another orgasm was just on the verge of happening, but this time I was attempting

d started to stroke my clit, groaning increasingly loudly. My breathing grew labored,

out his dick, and stroked it vigorously. His hot sperm began to spew out in streams across my tits as I leaned forward, thrusting out my chest and biting

o get his shorts. He put them on and left, a look of fatigue and contentment on his face. After finishing my shower, I snatched a towel to cover my body. I approached him and sat down next to him, feeling the remo

worry. We'll ke

in with his lips. I took a deep breath and then let go of his lower lip. I got to my feet, put down my towel, and changed back into my bat

r into the contacts. Even as a young child, I had a hidden crush on Derek, so this wasn't the only time I wanted to fuck him. Despi

he was overcome with guilt about having slept with his closest friend's daughter, h

my phone number in case y

e corner to the elevator, I kept my calm. As soon as I got inside and the doors were locked, I leaned back against the wa

d against mine and how he took control of me. I was used to being the one who needed to take the initiative in order to achieve what I wanted, and the men I had sl

number. The one thing I did desire, though, was to have another sexual encounter with him. He had best not take too long, or he'd discover me asking fo

anyone to be injured as a result of the situation, but I didn't see how that could be done unless we kept it a secret. Derek would want me to be completely silent as much as pos

and entering. My father was reading the New York Times in his usual recliner as

ng through his spectacles.

ed after taking

uired, his face expressionless. "I'm quite sure h

ppear unconcerned. "I noticed him. He s

rolling my eyes. As twisted up as that seemed, the pleasure of keeping secret

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