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And it was the best fucking present I ever had.Wait, stop! I haven’t even introduced myself. My birth name is Nicholas, but friends call me Nicky. Some even call me Teddy. You will learn why later. I’m not the tallest chap in the world or even the best looking. But I do have big hands if you know what I mean. More importantly, I learnt very quickly how to please a girl. Not right now obviously. First, I needed to learn the art of seduction.“it’s time Teddy” Lousy said, as the three of us sat in the beer garden of our local pub, sucking cola through a straw, from a refundable glass bottle and scoffing salt and vinegar flavoured crisps, while our parents were inside knocking back the real stuff, “to introduce you to pussy!” “what the fuck,” I believe, was my first response. “Shut-up you shit and listen” growled my brother Johnny. Lousy then explained that her friend Wendy had agreed, for a fee, to show me around a woman’s body. To be frank I was shitting myself when she first told me.. Impregnate the bitch, she'll have maternity leave meaning a whole lot of fucking. Plus she'd have bigger tits with milk for breaks.She felt the hot tip of his cock press against her entrance. "Please" she begged one more time. "Please what?" "Please don't..." "Before you finish that sentence I want you to know it had better be something I want to hear."Hearing this miss Tobin lay motionless. Nick moved forwards ever so slightly. Savouring the feel of her tight cunt. He pushed further into her tight snatch. It was pure bliss, it was like she was still a virgin.Miss Tobin felt his cock enter her. She felt every detail of the tool that had raped her for weeks now. She knew every detail on it. The thick vein that runs up the right side, the piece of foreskin that catches forming four little ridges at the bottom of the head, the small gathering of spots located near his ball sack. She knew every square inch of his dick. Although not a virgin she was naturally tight meaning it still caused.
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