She Loves Me
2003-03-09 - 6:40 p.m.
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We filed into my room, where my lover lay, waiting, my friend and I. I pulled back the sheet, and she shivered in anticipation. We took off our clothes, my friend and I and climbed into bed with her as she spread her legs and I licked and fingered her wet pussy my ears filled with the unmistakeable sound of sucking cock and I looked up to see my love turned halfway around head bobbing taking every inch of his huge penis. He sighed and made a strange noise, "Dude, your chick just swallowed my load," he said. yes, she did, but she loves me, doesn't she? There was a pause, where she giggled and lay her head at my legs, like she'd done something wrong or something like that. I still don't know. After all, she loves me, doesn't she? I put my cock in her mouth and she sucked me off with enthusiasm and aplomb, her lovely tongue giving me tingles. I, too, came in her mouth, and she swallowed. Yes, she did, she loves me, doesn't she? My friend left, and I was left with my lover, as we tangled together, this time in uneasy rest our thoughts apart, "I wonder if he thinks I'm a whore," she said. "Does it matter?" I said. After all, she loves me, doesn't she? �
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