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Good! Now I want a picture as proof Brent ordered. I got up and turned on a light slide my shorts down then my panties. I laid back on my bed, holding my phone between my legs and took a picture and sent it to him. Good girl was his reply. I couldnt help by smile to myself as I slid my panties and shorts back on. About an hour later he messaged me again asking if it was still in and asking for a picture as proof. This went on until I left the house to meet up with him. It was a warm May night. I had a low cut tank top and shorts on with my dildo deep in me. Every bump in the road I hit was torture forcing it deeper and deeper. As I pulled into the lot I saw his truck, he pulled over to me and hopped out. He was short, very short compared to me, but still kinda cute. He gave me a tight hug and grabbed my ass and squeezed. As he pulled back he smiled How ya feelin? he asked. Im ok, kinda embarrassed and uncomfortable tho. I replied. Good, thats the point Brent informed me as he reached. Her thong covered ass felt amazing, firm and soft. I pulled her dress up over her head and caught a glimpse of her hard cock, just barely held back against her belly by her thong. We kissed again and she began to undo my pants, lightly rubbing my hard dick through the material as she did so. I was going crazy with lust. She let my pants fall to the floor and held my stiff cock in her hand. I. it my hands on her hips and gently, but firmly guided her down. She smiled, before turning her attention to my hard, throbbing dick. I felt my eyes roll back. Her perfect, velvet like mouth made my knees weak. I was so completely lost in the pleasure of the moment, that when she stood and pressed down on my shoulders I didn’t even process it. Next think I knew, I was on my knees, looking at her hard, thick cock sticking out of her lacy thong. I didn’t think, I didn’t hesitate, I licked the underside of her cock’s head before peeling down her thong and taking her hard dick into my mouth. I sucked.
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