You got me some type of way (Hmm) Ain't used to feelin' this way (Mmm-mmm) I do not know what to say (Yeah, yeah) But I know I shouldn't think about it Took one fuckin' look at your face (Hmm) Now I wanna know how you taste (Mmm-mmm) Usually don't give it away (Yeah, yeah) But you know I'm out here thinkin' 'bout it Then I realized she's right there And I'm at home like, "Damn, this ain't fair" Break up with your girlfriend Yeah, yeah, 'cause I'm bored You can hit it in the mornin' (Mornin') Yeah, yeah, like it's yours I know it ain't right But I don't care (Care) Break up with your girlfriend Yeah, yeah, 'cause I'm bored As I’m watching her sway her hips seductively to the song, I can honestly say that Taylor is quite the beauty, but to see her up close only reinforces that statement. Each part of her was as if angels themselves crafted her. I must have done something right for the gods to have brought her into my life. “What are you thinking about?” Taylor asks with a hint of seduction seeing me with a devilish grin on my face leaning up against the wall. Slowly I walked up behind her giving her ass a quick slap to which she cooed. Turning her around with our faces only inches away from one another I whisper, “What do you think I’m thinking about?” She let out a small giggle that was a mixture of both innocence and sin that only she can pull off naturally. “Down boy,” she teased, “we don’t have time for this now. You have somewhere to be in about twenty minutes.” Of course, she is right, but I don’t care as I’m taking in her natural scent kissing my way gently up her neck to her lips that taste of cherry. I’m lost in this moment. Our anniversary was coming up and everyday since she asked me about my fantasies ive wondered if there was a way i could fulfill them. We make our way downstairs and dance our way through the controlled chaos that is the party. Just fuck my face. On the door were two little comic book explosion pictures with “Myles Wagner” and “Shawn Harper” written on them. I asked. It must have been about nine inches long, longer than I had ever been and the throbbing was quite painful. "Just her pussy for the full set, eh boys?" His morning wood was tucked between her legs rubbing her bare pussy. She had a black t-shirt on while behind it was a sports bra and wearing blue gym shorts. She just nodded her head and agreed. "So, Audrey, I'll walk you through how a bull is prepped.
Are you that good in English?" "I got Scottish family, so I guess so." Milan hands me the dictionary. "Thanks again man, you really helped me out." "Hey, do you want to come in, maybe?" "Uhh." He turns slightly red. "Sure." I open the door more widely and let him in. "So, this is where I live," I say jokely. "Nice house." We walk to the living room. I completely forgot my laptop was on the table, with my incognito screen still open. "Oh god, I forgot. Sorry." I rush to my laptop and close it. I turn around and notice Milan is even darker red than before. I guess I forgot he is gay and likes me. This must be awkward. I told her that there was no need and that I would tell her if the cami started sliding too low. Her answers seemed to become more and more vague, seemingly intentionally. Now thanks to the halo, I could finally indulge my desires instead of trampling them. Her orange hair shifted, half-covering her face. I loved it. A few more minutes, and I get a bright green icon indicating that the person in the room had fallen asleep. "I believe I'm here to look at your garbage disposal." Watching as she begins to struggle against him, letting her think she has a chance. He touched every single part of her and then suddenly she was naked. Yes, baby! Then, I read the last one. Her brother wrapped the rope about her chest, one loop going above her tits, the other below, squeezing her mounds and making them thrust out. I'm a girl. "You like that?" We just got a thousand new girls in so there is bound to be a couple of Neonatal care girls in the bunch. Having Lars tell off his bimbo squad girlfriend, put a small spring in her step as she walked home, forgetting about her tutoring session. He looked completely out of place with the other men. After a moment of thought it would have been impossible to say no, so all I could ask was ‘how much?’. "Morning" I said back trying to put on a smile. He could see I was hesitant, but assured me I could do it.
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