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" I had never been ogled likethat before. It was kinda weird.I kissed her goodbye and existed her house to my car..I sat in silence in my car for a few minutes.What did I just get myself into? Great. A private relationship based onsex. I felt so stupid. Granted I'm not looking to start a relationshipeither. If this was a hetero relationship, I would be willing to date herand get to know her. But if that's not even on the table. This would bethe first time I ever had a "friend with benefits." I didn't know how tofeel about it. Even Tony never had just casual sex. There was always somegoal in mind. A relationship. It just became crystal clear that Jess doesnot want one.* * *When I got home, I snuck into my room and changed out of my sex-soakedunderwear, and into clean cloths. I pulled out a casual outfit from mycloset.During dinner, my mom informed me that I had a "missed call from a boy."Turns out Chase had called when I was out with Jessica. He left hisnumber.I couldn't think about. . You know what is the guys ...I hated her at that moment. She belonged only to me, a weakling?-Slut! -I am a bit choked her. She pulled away and bit my wrist. -Ssuka! -I hissed. The feeling of warm wet bodies of the b**sts tore my roof. Pressing the girl with one hand, I undid his trousers and pulled out standing member. She smiled boldly. I drove it sharply into wet and warm pussy girls. Slut bent over and covered her eyes. I came out of her and she immediately grabbed me in the back with sharp claws, tearing the skin. I grabbed her ass and pulled her back. The girl struggled and strove to cling to my lips, and she did bite me. The taste of his blood, I lost control.I seemed to pierced member of this gentle body of a wild cat. I held her delicate skin, leaving scratches and bruises, Kusan chest. She did not stay in debt. Aching lips and cuts on his back ate pot. My shirt, it turned into a doormat. The carpet was hopelessly flawed. I lifted her hair, putting them in the tail and.
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