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Saturday Afternoon_(0)

As a pretext: This is all 100% true. No embellishment, no exaggeration, and no fictional component. It had been a while since I’d seen Jim. We didn’t talk as much as we used to. We used to hook up as teenagers. Have a few beers, get naked. Mostly teenage experiments. We’d got chatting online, and out of the blue he said to me “I want to come see you, it’s been too long”. I wasn’t sure, but he was right, it had been a long time. He’d always had a certain hold over me. I can’t explain it. But as a...

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Tasha's webcam show

18-year-old Tasha's, sexy webcam broadcast is interrupted by the family pet. I'm Tasha, but everybody calls me Ta-Ta. Because of my chocolate 38 C breasts. I'm 18 and petite at, 5' 6 tall, 115 lbs of dark chocolate. I rock a short Halle Berry hairstyle. With an apple bottom booty that would make J-Lo say Damn I still live with my parents and my goofy ass 15-year-old little brother Calvin Jr (Nicknamed C.J) Plus, we have a 3-year-old pitbull named Bullet. Whose constantly staring at me with those piercing blue eyes, while I rub his dark grey fur. He's such a...

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RUNAWAY Chapter 19 "Toke and Relax"

She woke when she felt him bring the truck to a stop glad she wasn't still in her nightmare and after looking through the windshield saw they were once again in another rest stop. I see you are awake Sleeping beauty. Time for a stop, smoke and a couple hours of sleep don't you think Senorita he asked? Sure she agreed with a yawn. They both got out of the truck and she headed to the ladies room for a potty break. When she got back he had the two chairs out and he was seated smoking a joint and also...

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Off Limits Roommate Pt. 3

Sight. The pink sock, nearly pressing into my eyes. It was dark, but after this afternoon, I knew all too well that there were dirty imprints of toes and soles in a slight shade of brown. Touch. The arch of Shiann's sole, touching my nose. The toes against my forehead, wriggling slightly. The heel, bumping my chin a few times as she moved ever slightly down the couch towards me. The feeling of slightly worn fabric, a few shreds of cotton that had broken free of the tight-knit cotton weaving of her socks. Sound. Prove it. Prove that you aren't a...

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