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Only For: 18 and Older, Not Offended |
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As I slowly ease in,
I think we've been waiting far too long for this moment to begin, and even though we know it's wrong, and we're too young, nothing will stop us now. I start thrusting in, pulling out, never rushing taking it slow. I'm going, doing what I know you want me to. I gently caress your breasts as you moan with pleasure, and, on and on we go for what feels like forever. The end is coming near and you start screaming with immense pleasure, wanting more and more of me inside you, and I gladly do what you want me to. I feel the end rising, so I strive for release. I thrust harder, faster, stronger, going longer than I thought I could, but it eventually succumbs, and the end is here, much to our dismay, but we both know it will happen again another day
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