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“And what was that all about?” I demanded.
“Look,” she said, “I guess I’ve been less than forthright with you. Contrary to what you thought , I wasn’t a virgin when we met. I started having cream pie sex when I was 14 and I wandered into the football locker room back in high school. There were about 30 guys in there, most of them black. I was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and they grabbed me and laid me on a bench on my stomach with my ass in the air and my pussy exposed. Then someone shoved a cock into my mouth while a big black linebacker fed his 9 inch cock into my pussy. I loved the sensations of a big cock deep inside of me, and just after he spurted his cum into my abused pussy, another one lined up and shoved his cock into me. It went on like that for hours, as they used me and abused me in every way possible, but I loved every minute of it. When they were done with me, I had cum all over my body and matted into my hair. There was also cum leaking out of my pussy down my legs. My clothing had long since disappeared, but they threw me my cum-soaked bra and panties and shoved me out of the locker room. I had to walk home looking like that, and everyone knew what a slut I had been. I never repeated a performance like that, but I had several boyfriends over the years and I enjoyed a good fucking from a big cock, the larger the better. So you’ll never be able to pleasure me with that little cock of yours. I need a real man to fill me up. I told Daniel to get on a plane and fly down here to show you how a real man can pleasure a woman.” |
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