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Do you have a boyfriend? Mike: lol no I dont. But, there is a guy that I have done it with a few times. Im gonna guess this question isnt over? Me: Correct! (That was yr question) My turn. How old is he and how did it happen. Mike: He is much older than me, in his early 40s and it just kinda led up to it over a long time. Anything else? Me: Yes! (u gotta be careful with your questions lol) How far have you gone with him? Mike stopped typing and stared out of the window for a minute. I sent another message quickly Me: Sorry, thats too personal, you dont have to answer that. Mike: Its OK, I really like the guy but I guess it went further than it should with him. We did everything. First he gave me the most amazing BJ and then I returned the favour and over quite a few times and after quite a bit of drink, I let him fuck me. Im not gonna say I didnt enjoy it, cos I did, and we have done it a few times since, but I suppose I shouldnt have really gone that far with him. Me: Cos of his. The walls were made from various materials and multiple sizes. The floor had mismatched rugs and carpets strewn about to make a somewhat clean surface to walk on. There was a sheet of plywood sitting on four blocks, making a small table with two more blocks on either side to be used as chairs. To any normal person, this would be a dump and not worth keeping, but to her, this was a mansion. Her smile grew bigger as she watched him take the food and spread it out on the makeshift table, motioning to one of the blocks as he sat on the other one. She walked over and sat down, her stomach starting to growl as she hadn’t eaten a full meal in days. Drake took the meat he stole and cut it into multiple different sections. Then he takes two in his hand as he looked up at her, ‘Umm, this might freak you out, but I’m not a normal boy.’ As he said this, he heated up his hand till it was glowing red hot, effectively grilling the meat in his hand. She watched in awe but didn’t seem as surprised as.
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I removed my finger from her pussy and wet as it was from her juice I let the fingers of my left hand gently touch her neck and then trail down her back leaving a wet trail. As expected I was rewarded by a slight shudder and when I reached her lower back I could feel her spreading her legs a little and push her rump out like you had done for her boyfriend. My fingers traced the outline of her perfect ass and reached the knotted string keeping her bikini bottom in place. Her eyes still glued to her boyfriends cock preparing for the assault on your pussy. She did not stop me when I undid her string - one side first and then the other. The tiny piece of fabric fell to the floor and her legs spread even wider. I took that as an invitation and returned my fingers to the cleft between her firm buttocks. Pressing my middle finger down her crack I let my hand slide deeper until my fingertips just reached the folds of her pussy lips. She was even more soaking wet! At this moment her boyfriend.

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