I moved and kissed her while positioning myself between her legs. The sight was so erotic as I looked in her mirror. My darker, tanned skin impelling her pale white body almost made me fill the condom before I inserted it in her. I reached down and rubbed my rubber covered head against her opening to lubricate it before pressing the head against her. She jerked as I pressed. The grimmise on her face told me it hurt no matter how gentle I tried to be. I pressed harder, and it felt like my cock was trying to bend backward. I looked at Ashley and she was biting her bottom lips. I closed my eyes and pressed harder. The rubber kept me from feeling the full effect but I pressed on. Through her cartoons cheering and tumbling, Ashley had lost her hymen years ago, I knew that, so I knew that once I was in, there was nothing going to stop me. The head finally entered her and she screamed out. I looked at her and saw tears whaling in her eyes. “I am going to stop,” I said as I pulled out of her. By this time she was crying. “I am so sorry,” she sobbed. “I wanted it to be perfect, but it hurt too bad.” “It is fine. I want you to enjoy it and not be in pain. We will try again some other time.” I unrolled the condom and placed it in my pocket. I held her naked body for about an hour. Then it was getting time for me to go home. The whole time I held her, my cock never deflated. comics By the time I left, I had an enormous case of blue BDSM Art balls. The truck I drove was a manual transmission, so I had to change gears and could not masturbate on the way home. When I arrived, I went to the bathroom and flushed the unused condom down the toilet. Then I took off my shirt and jeans, then went to my room wearing only my boxers. I laid down and pulled the sheets over my lower body, then pushed my boxers to my knees. My hand immediately went to my aching cock. My balls needed a release and needed it bad. I closed my eyes and tried to image how good it would have felt to be inside Ashley. All of a sudden the light came on in my room. I pulled down Kara's panties and waited for her to step out of them. Rosalyn opened the one box BDSM Art and held cartoons up the main bulk comics of the outfit to inspect it, then turned to show the smaller girl behind her. Nikkole would send Evita towards another orgasm. I haven’t seen Brandon the whole day after he left. “Your tongue down my throat is almost as good as it was on my cock baby. All of my people are at their jobs.
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