Winning My Ex-Crush

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jerked my head back. My back arched up to pro

e. He moved on to my other breast, caressing with the same embrace using hi

ouldn't stop there; I didn't want to stop it either because I was s

d by the red lace thong. His hands moved to ro

d was busy circling my nipple, the other thrusting into my core. I just knew I couldn't hold it any longer. Fi

for me. Cum for me mor

not enough to satisfy his need to explore deeper into my core.

I straddled his hip, pressing the sharp edge of hi

It didn't take long for him to lay me down on his soft bed. He continued on with what wa

must be for his cock in my wet tunnel. His fingers rubbed my clitoral area, while his tongue thrust deep

ter. Give it a

him, begging to

eady praising his steel-hard cock with my smooth, slender fingers. I rubbed it

member in and out multiple times, until his hips thrust into my mou

" he g

ed into his bedside drawer and picked up a single sealed condom. He tore th

. I want you now." I

mirk, while his thighs were seated in th

wet and taut from our extensive foreplay, his larg

with a hot, throbbing pulse. I hissed in satisfacti

hold back. I screamed in pleasure when he took me harder, deeper, and faster with eac

moved his hips with skillful pushing and pulling

ing, Laird!" I cried

aneously, our bodies wea

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elids, but my vision remained fuzzy. I only knew there was a bright

p against the thick blanket that enveloped me. When the blan

n. My hand scratched my b

my G

xer shorts. I swallowed hard. The pain in my genital area as I attem

regular, and his eyelids were still closed, a sign

le, indicating that he was still exercising regularly. He looked so perfect. If I could s

enge for his action. I should've rejected him the way he rejecte

just do?" I muttered,

wide open since last night. I went to the kitchen table a

aid to myself in a panic as

or. Slowly, without making any noise, I left Laird's apartment