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Originally Posted by
Spud_Boy
Let me help TS reply..
Reading from the 1st thread, the female lead is now 23, so last yr xmas party, she’s 22.
The male lead is 4 years younger than her, so that makes him 18yo & hot-blooded!! =)
Thank you
Uncle old already..can’t see well
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Originally Posted by
GeMiNiZzzzZzz
Thank you
Uncle old already..can’t see well
no la… must say young at heart… still got the energy to play plus the accumulated experiences as well… lol
Bro runroader… nice write up.. dunno why i’m under moderation… will up u once my points are restore.. camping here..
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Originally Posted by
runroader
That was a mistake on my part. By squeezing my thighs around his erection, I hadn’t counted on the friction slowly and steadily stimulating him to a full-blown erection. All the while we were chatting and attending to guests at the door, we were somewhat successful in mentally blocking out the situation below. It did, however, make it very awkward for us to speak to each other even though we were stuck together in the same costume.
By the time all our guests had arrived and settled, I found myself standing at the door with his obvious, full erection caught between my inner thighs and shorts. There was no way to ignore it now, as every step we took only served to rub his manhood below me. Now that we were finally alone, I whispered to him without turning around, “Erm… Max, why don’t we go upstairs to change? It is really too hot in here. I’m sure the guests don’t mind if we just wear normal clothes for the rest of the party.”
He replied, “O… Okay zeh, I need to go to the toilet also. Hi… High tide, haha…”
We took short and slow steps towards the stairs. When we came to it, my greatest fear came true as soon as we made the first step on it. When we both lifted our right legs, that move spread open the spacious leg opening of my shorts and his full erection slipped into my shorts. The tip of his full-blooded manhood was poking on the front of my FBT shorts. Worse was the shameful fact that I could feel him on my naked slit, my strands of pubic hair ticking his hardness.
We immediately froze on the stairs, not daring to take another step. Just then, a kid of our parents’ friends laughed at our wierd posture on the stairs and drew attention among some of the other kids. They gathered around us and started hugging and pushing. We could only laugh and giggle with them awkwardly. We were screwed. We could not move from here and their pushing and shoving on us was making rub against each other.
One fat boy ran at full speed and bumped onto us from behind. We bent forward and almost tumbled face first. In reflex, I stumbled my front right foot a step forward and we had to put it a step higher on the stairs. Now, I had spread our legs even wider and the angle we ended up with was just horrible. Max’s manhood tip was now in contact with my sensitive button as I had spread my lips wide open below.
We had to get upstairs and shed the costume urgently, for I was afraid that I would get stimulated as well. As the kids were still running around us playing, Max heaved and managed to lift our left foot a step up. As the angle of our thighs closed, I hadn’t counted on his erection pushing between my dry lips and directly against my clit. I couldn’t help but let out a moan. When Max heard me, I could feel his manhood twitch below me. That little prick had better not be enjoying this, I exasperatedly thought to myself.
That wasn’t the time for me to lecture him on his pubescent urges. I just wanted to get out of this increasingly desperate and dangerous situation. I lifted my left leg and took another step up. His erection slid backwards between my dry female lips and then bumped on my clit again. This time, a shock of pleasure electrocuted me. This time, I squirmed in the costume and unfortunately rubbed my slit even more on his hardness.
In just a few seconds, a hint of moisture was starting to form below me. At first, I thought it was him. But I was wrong. My lips were getting wet from the constant contact of my naked female slit with his erect manhood. Things were not working in my favour, as Max was starting to lose control and slowly grinding himself under me. I whispered to him embarrassingly, “Stop it Max. You’re making things worse. Control yourself.”
He did not reply. All he did was continue to grinding his erection below. His breathing was getting loud and lustful. I realised then that I could not depend on him anymore. I took another step up with my right foot and again, he rubbed at the door of my dampening slit. My knees almost buckled and I got angry this time. We were not even halfway up the stairs. I reached back with my right hand and hit him on his side, telling him to wake up form his lust and come back to his senses. I could not do this alone with him relentlessly gyrating and grinding himself into my cheesepie.
To be continued?
But I hardly caused him any hurt through the thick costume. A voice called out from behind us, it was my stepmom. Max finally stopped. She was rushing to fill the food plates and finally caught sight of us making our way slowly up the stairs. We looked like we were having some problems, so she asked if we needed help. I just told her I was having some cramps and needed to rest upstairs. She didn’t suspect a thing, but it made me realise that we were drawing unwanted attention.
As soon as she walked away, I said to Max threateningly, “You better cooperate with me or YOU are going to get into soooo much trouble, young man!!” He finally got the message and replied from behind, “Sor… Sorry Zeh, I don’t know what came over me. This is really embarrassing… Let’s get upstairs quick, I mean it. I’m sorry, Zeh…”
Never in my life had I encountered such an awkward circumstance and I was determined not to let my younger brother do this to me. We took another step with our left feet. His still-erect manhood rubbed me thoroughly between my wet lips, sliding from just below my anus to my bush in front. Although that was unintentional on his part, God, I really could do without any further stimulation. More pressingly, I was so afraid he was going to penetrate me.
Then we took another step with our right feet. His irritating erection pressed, then spread my moist girly lips and slid in between my folds, very nearly penetrating my slit before bumping into my clit. I almost let out a soft girlish moan again, but I bit down hard on my lips. If he heard that, his hormones would take over again. We were now halfway up those damn stairs. Each step up the stairs seemed to get more dangerous for me, as my pussy was getting progressively more vulnerable to the invasion by his erect cock.
“Max… Be careful. You’re… You’re bumping into me…” I said, as we prepared to take another step. He nervously replied, “I… I know, Zeh… I can’t help it. I’ll try to scoot lower.” And he bent as much as he could at his knees within the constraints of the costume, thinking that would lessen the contact between our genitals.
That was the worst blunder we could have made. From his bent knees, he dipped himself lower behind me and his erected manhood slid back from against my clit and pointed directly at my female opening from under me. When we lifted our left legs to take another step up, I could feel his tip shockingly poised for entry into my womanly depths. I immediately tried to stop him from lifting himself from that step, “M… Max! Stop. Stop right there. I… I can feel you…Noooo… Stop!!… Noooo!!”
It was too late. He couldn’t react fast enough to my warnings. He reflexively tried to take one more step and lifted the both of us up the stairs. His tip pressed against my slit and breached its defenses. I reached both hands behind me instinctively, pressing hard on his sides as I tried to stop him in his tracks. But there was nothing I could do. I felt him enter and slip a couple of inches into my hot opening as I gave out a small involuntary gasp.
To be continued?
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Originally Posted by
runroader
But I hardly caused him any hurt through the thick costume. A voice called out from behind us, it was my stepmom. Max finally stopped. She was rushing to fill the food plates and finally caught sight of us making our way slowly up the stairs. We looked like we were having some problems, so she asked if we needed help. I just told her I was having some cramps and needed to rest upstairs. She didn’t suspect a thing, but it made me realise that we were drawing unwanted attention.
As soon as she walked away, I said to Max threateningly, “You better cooperate with me or YOU are going to get into soooo much trouble, young man!!” He finally got the message and replied from behind, “Sor… Sorry Zeh, I don’t know what came over me. This is really embarrassing… Let’s get upstairs quick, I mean it. I’m sorry, Zeh…”
Never in my life had I encountered such an awkward circumstance and I was determined not to let my younger brother do this to me. We took another step with our left feet. His still-erect manhood rubbed me thoroughly between my wet lips, sliding from just below my anus to my bush in front. Although that was unintentional on his part, God, I really could do without any further stimulation. More pressingly, I was so afraid he was going to penetrate me.
Then we took another step with our right feet. His irritating erection pressed, then spread my moist girly lips and slid in between my folds, very nearly penetrating my slit before bumping into my clit. I almost let out a soft girlish moan again, but I bit down hard on my lips. If he heard that, his hormones would take over again. We were now halfway up those damn stairs. Each step up the stairs seemed to get more dangerous for me, as my pussy was getting progressively more vulnerable to the invasion by his erect cock.
“Max… Be careful. You’re… You’re bumping into me…” I said, as we prepared to take another step. He nervously replied, “I… I know, Zeh… I can’t help it. I’ll try to scoot lower.” And he bent as much as he could at his knees within the constraints of the costume, thinking that would lessen the contact between our genitals.
That was the worst blunder we could have made. From his bent knees, he dipped himself lower behind me and his erected manhood slid back from against my clit and pointed directly at my female opening from under me. When we lifted our left legs to take another step up, I could feel his tip shockingly poised for entry into my womanly depths. I immediately tried to stop him from lifting himself from that step, “M… Max! Stop. Stop right there. I… I can feel you…Noooo… Stop!!… Noooo!!”
It was too late. He couldn’t react fast enough to my warnings. He reflexively tried to take one more step and lifted the both of us up the stairs. His tip pressed against my slit and breached its defenses. I reached both hands behind me instinctively, pressing hard on his sides as I tried to stop him in his tracks. But there was nothing I could do. I felt him enter and slip a couple of inches into my hot opening as I gave out a small involuntary gasp.
To be continued?
finish it all and copy paste it and we can enjoy !
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Originally Posted by
runroader
But I hardly caused him any hurt through the thick costume. A voice called out from behind us, it was my stepmom. Max finally stopped. She was rushing to fill the food plates and finally caught sight of us making our way slowly up the stairs. We looked like we were having some problems, so she asked if we needed help. I just told her I was having some cramps and needed to rest upstairs. She didn’t suspect a thing, but it made me realise that we were drawing unwanted attention.
As soon as she walked away, I said to Max threateningly, “You better cooperate with me or YOU are going to get into soooo much trouble, young man!!” He finally got the message and replied from behind, “Sor… Sorry Zeh, I don’t know what came over me. This is really embarrassing… Let’s get upstairs quick, I mean it. I’m sorry, Zeh…”
Never in my life had I encountered such an awkward circumstance and I was determined not to let my younger brother do this to me. We took another step with our left feet. His still-erect manhood rubbed me thoroughly between my wet lips, sliding from just below my anus to my bush in front. Although that was unintentional on his part, God, I really could do without any further stimulation. More pressingly, I was so afraid he was going to penetrate me.
Then we took another step with our right feet. His irritating erection pressed, then spread my moist girly lips and slid in between my folds, very nearly penetrating my slit before bumping into my clit. I almost let out a soft girlish moan again, but I bit down hard on my lips. If he heard that, his hormones would take over again. We were now halfway up those damn stairs. Each step up the stairs seemed to get more dangerous for me, as my pussy was getting progressively more vulnerable to the invasion by his erect cock.
“Max… Be careful. You’re… You’re bumping into me…” I said, as we prepared to take another step. He nervously replied, “I… I know, Zeh… I can’t help it. I’ll try to scoot lower.” And he bent as much as he could at his knees within the constraints of the costume, thinking that would lessen the contact between our genitals.
That was the worst blunder we could have made. From his bent knees, he dipped himself lower behind me and his erected manhood slid back from against my clit and pointed directly at my female opening from under me. When we lifted our left legs to take another step up, I could feel his tip shockingly poised for entry into my womanly depths. I immediately tried to stop him from lifting himself from that step, “M… Max! Stop. Stop right there. I… I can feel you…Noooo… Stop!!… Noooo!!”
It was too late. He couldn’t react fast enough to my warnings. He reflexively tried to take one more step and lifted the both of us up the stairs. His tip pressed against my slit and breached its defenses. I reached both hands behind me instinctively, pressing hard on his sides as I tried to stop him in his tracks. But there was nothing I could do. I felt him enter and slip a couple of inches into my hot opening as I gave out a small involuntary gasp.
To be continued?
“Sor… Sorry Zeh!!! I… I didn’t mean it… I swear to God! I didn’t mean it. I’m so sorry!!” But the damage had already been done. My God, it has been so long since I had one of those in me. Although I wasn’t a virgin, Max really surprised me with his length and girth. He was definitely bigger than any of my ex-boyfriends. Even though it was just a couple of inches, I could feel his meat shaft stretching my lips and insides.
My lips were only fairly moist due to the earlier stimulation and my pussy depths were still relatively dry. I could feel a dull ache down there as the tight costume trapped his tip in my pussy. It was impossible for him to take his cock out now, but we could try and prevent the situation from getting worse. And I feared I would get more aroused with each passing second with his hard tip forcefully spreading my vaginal folds.
I tried to sound as composed as I could as I said, “Ar… It’s… It’s okay… Zeh is alright… Just… Ar… Don’t move… Until I’m ready…” Wary that he might accidentally plunge deeper in, I raised myself on my toes and bent forward as much as I could. My butt pushed higher against him, shifting the pressure from his crotch to his tummy. I had to use my arms to support my upper body weight on the stair railing while Max remained scooted behind me.
My whole body broke out in even more sweat as I propped myself in this strenuous position. I could feel his hot cock lodged menacingly just inside of my pussy folds, threatening to force into me if I let my guard down. There was no time to lose. I initiated the next step with my left foot and led Max to follow suit behind me. When we put our feet down, all was well. But when we lifted ourselves up, his cock pulled out an inch then drove itself back in.
I whimpered loudly as I felt his cock slide out and fuck itself into my sensitive female opening again. I hoped he didn’t hear that. My arms were shivering on the railing as my pussy spasmed and squeezed on his cock uncontrollably. Although he was still about 2 inches in me, he was making me seriously wet. As if his cock triggered my pussy’s natural defenses, my juices were starting to flow in response to his sudden withdrawal and forced dry entry.
I grit my teeth and put up with the overwhelming sensations below as I prepared to take another step up. There were only 4 more agonising steps to go and I was determined to see us through this ordeal. Even though we coordinated our steps, we could not totally synchronise our movements in the suit. I was aware that with every step we took, his cock would move within the depths of my hot and rapidly dampening pussy.
When we took the next step, the same thing happened. More specifically, I could feel my pussy dragging along the length of his hard shaft as his cock slid inside me. An inch out, an inch in. I could also feel my taut pussy lips around his girth getting wet as it tried to accommodate him, my juices ironically coating his cock to make it easier for it to fuck me. Although we were moving at snail pace, I was getting out of breath and so was he.
To be continued?
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Originally Posted by
highlysex
Hello TS, your story very exciting because it sort of involve real life situation ,
and it was like nobody was expecting it to happen but it happen naturally according to your story.
The way your story line turn out makes it very lively not like some story you can expect whats going to happen next.
Keep it up bro !
appreciate the feedback and really glad u liked it. will try to finish the story before x’mas ahaha.
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Originally Posted by
uslover
keep it up bro! up u with my 4 pts
Thank u bro!!
sorry for the wait.
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Originally Posted by
runroader
“Sor… Sorry Zeh!!! I… I didn’t mean it… I swear to God! I didn’t mean it. I’m so sorry!!” But the damage had already been done. My God, it has been so long since I had one of those in me. Although I wasn’t a virgin, Max really surprised me with his length and girth. He was definitely bigger than any of my ex-boyfriends. Even though it was just a couple of inches, I could feel his meat shaft stretching my lips and insides.
My lips were only fairly moist due to the earlier stimulation and my pussy depths were still relatively dry. I could feel a dull ache down there as the tight costume trapped his tip in my pussy. It was impossible for him to take his cock out now, but we could try and prevent the situation from getting worse. And I feared I would get more aroused with each passing second with his hard tip forcefully spreading my vaginal folds.
I tried to sound as composed as I could as I said, “Ar… It’s… It’s okay… Zeh is alright… Just… Ar… Don’t move… Until I’m ready…” Wary that he might accidentally plunge deeper in, I raised myself on my toes and bent forward as much as I could. My butt pushed higher against him, shifting the pressure from his crotch to his tummy. I had to use my arms to support my upper body weight on the stair railing while Max remained scooted behind me.
My whole body broke out in even more sweat as I propped myself in this strenuous position. I could feel his hot cock lodged menacingly just inside of my pussy folds, threatening to force into me if I let my guard down. There was no time to lose. I initiated the next step with my left foot and led Max to follow suit behind me. When we put our feet down, all was well. But when we lifted ourselves up, his cock pulled out an inch then drove itself back in.
I whimpered loudly as I felt his cock slide out and fuck itself into my sensitive female opening again. I hoped he didn’t hear that. My arms were shivering on the railing as my pussy spasmed and squeezed on his cock uncontrollably. Although he was still about 2 inches in me, he was making me seriously wet. As if his cock triggered my pussy’s natural defenses, my juices were starting to flow in response to his sudden withdrawal and forced dry entry.
I grit my teeth and put up with the overwhelming sensations below as I prepared to take another step up. There were only 4 more agonising steps to go and I was determined to see us through this ordeal. Even though we coordinated our steps, we could not totally synchronise our movements in the suit. I was aware that with every step we took, his cock would move within the depths of my hot and rapidly dampening pussy.
When we took the next step, the same thing happened. More specifically, I could feel my pussy dragging along the length of his hard shaft as his cock slid inside me. An inch out, an inch in. I could also feel my taut pussy lips around his girth getting wet as it tried to accommodate him, my juices ironically coating his cock to make it easier for it to fuck me. Although we were moving at snail pace, I was getting out of breath and so was he.
To be continued?
My cheeks were flushed and it felt like I was having a workout. Max was panting down my neck and it was making me uncomfortable. I tried to wriggle my neck away from his puffing breath but the constraints of the costume didn’t allow that. Desperate to get out of the situation, I endured the assault of his hard cock on my pussy and forced myself to take the last 3 steps up the stairs while still on tiptoes.
During those steps, his cock slipped out and went into me again and again. When we reached the 2nd floor, the nearest room we could use was his. It was just about 5 steps away from us. I noticed he was standing a little more upright than when we were on the stairs and he was nudging me a little harder below. It was like he wasn’t trying as hard to pull his cock away from my pussy anymore. But maybe I was being too sensitive, so I ignored it.
I said to him, “M… Max… Let’s go to your room… And change… Okay…?” He didn’t reply. We took small, cautious steps towards his room. As we walked the first 2 steps, his cock was still sliding in and out of me. It was really weird to me now. We could walk much easier on level ground but still his cock was stroking into my pussy. It took me a second to realise that Max was subconsciously pumping his hips as we walked in the costume.
And worse, he was trying to push himself deeper into my wet slit with each step we took. I was totally concentrating on making my way to his room and wasn’t aware that he was already stroking about 2 inches of his manhood into me from behind. But we were almost at his room. I only had to put up with him for the last few steps. Then I’m going to strip myself from this costume and give that little weasel a piece of my mind.
I kept my silence and pulled him with me as I took the lead. All he did was take the chance to push his hips against me and drive more of his hard cock inside me. We finally reached his door and just then, my knees buckled under the constant strain of my awkward tiptoed posture. My legs gave way and I impaled my poor pussy on his cock, unexpectedly driving more than half his length into me.
I almost screamed right then as I felt his hardness spread my buttery depths, but I bit down on the foam in the costume and muffled it. It was as if his cock met no resistance from my tight pussy. I realised I had gotten very wet along the way. Max moaned in pleasure as he felt my pussy drive itself down onto him. We stood at the doorway unmoving and a little breathless. I was adjusting to the size of his cock and he was just standing there, enjoying the feel of my velvet folds.
To be continued?
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Originally Posted by
runroader
My cheeks were flushed and it felt like I was having a workout. Max was panting down my neck and it was making me uncomfortable. I tried to wriggle my neck away from his puffing breath but the constraints of the costume didn’t allow that. Desperate to get out of the situation, I endured the assault of his hard cock on my pussy and forced myself to take the last 3 steps up the stairs while still on tiptoes.
During those steps, his cock slipped out and went into me again and again. When we reached the 2nd floor, the nearest room we could use was his. It was just about 5 steps away from us. I noticed he was standing a little more upright than when we were on the stairs and he was nudging me a little harder below. It was like he wasn’t trying as hard to pull his cock away from my pussy anymore. But maybe I was being too sensitive, so I ignored it.
I said to him, “M… Max… Let’s go to your room… And change… Okay…?” He didn’t reply. We took small, cautious steps towards his room. As we walked the first 2 steps, his cock was still sliding in and out of me. It was really weird to me now. We could walk much easier on level ground but still his cock was stroking into my pussy. It took me a second to realise that Max was subconsciously pumping his hips as we walked in the costume.
And worse, he was trying to push himself deeper into my wet slit with each step we took. I was totally concentrating on making my way to his room and wasn’t aware that he was already stroking about 2 inches of his manhood into me from behind. But we were almost at his room. I only had to put up with him for the last few steps. Then I’m going to strip myself from this costume and give that little weasel a piece of my mind.
I kept my silence and pulled him with me as I took the lead. All he did was take the chance to push his hips against me and drive more of his hard cock inside me. We finally reached his door and just then, my knees buckled under the constant strain of my awkward tiptoed posture. My legs gave way and I impaled my poor pussy on his cock, unexpectedly driving more than half his length into me.
I almost screamed right then as I felt his hardness spread my buttery depths, but I bit down on the foam in the costume and muffled it. It was as if his cock met no resistance from my tight pussy. I realised I had gotten very wet along the way. Max moaned in pleasure as he felt my pussy drive itself down onto him. We stood at the doorway unmoving and a little breathless. I was adjusting to the size of his cock and he was just standing there, enjoying the feel of my velvet folds.
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“Oh… Oh my God… Ar… Faark… Max… Arr… It hurts…” I moaned incoherently. It felt like a huge rod rammed into me and it had me completely winded. It was painful despite how wet I was. When I used to make love to my ex-boyfriends, we always spent a lot of time on foreplay to get me adequately relaxed for penetration. The juices seeping from my tight, relatively inexperienced pussy weren’t enough for a cock of Max’s size. Although I couldn’t see, I guessed he must be at least 8 inches fully erect but I wasn’t in the mood to find out. This is my brother I’m talking about!
He moaned softly, his lips very close to my left ear, his breath tickling me. He sounded seriously excited and in heat now. I was really worried that this will escalate into something more so I had to act fast. I lifted myself onto my toes again and bent forward in the costume as much as I could to pull my hurting pussy off his large cock. But as I tried to put some distance between us, he pressed forward with his hips, indicating his unwillingness to let up.
I was fuming and frustrated with him. My whole body was shaking and I was drenched in sweat from my efforts. At least that was what I thought. Part of me knew my body missed the ecstasy of good sex and an erect cock buried in my pussy was unquestionably having a reaction on me. But I was loath to admit it. I wasn’t about to become a slut for Max! I could feel the heated skin of his tummy rubbing on my fair heart-shaped ass from behind, almost scorching my delicate ass cheeks. The smell within the costume was a distinct combination of our sweat and my female juices, and it was causing me much embarrassment. He didn’t need to know how aroused and wet my pussy was.
“Aww… Zeh… Ar… Shiiitt… You feel… So good… Zeh…” he murmured, breathing heavily across the left cheek of my face. He didn’t try and fuck me but his hands slowly reached down and gripped the waist of the costume, hanging on to it as he tried to pull himself into me. I wanted to strip that damned costume off right there and then, and put a stop to this before Max goes too far. I glanced around the corridor and I could see no one else. I could only hear a group of kids playing PS3 in the study room next door. If they came out of the room and saw us, they might get curious. I wouldn’t want that.
I grabbed the door frame for support and started to slowly make my way into his room, dragging him along on my tiptoes. That little bastard took the opportunity to stroke his cock in and out of me again as I struggled to walk in front of him. This time, he pumped me with a couple of near full strokes as my pussy muscles had somewhat loosened up after my own mishap earlier. I bit my lips to suppress the soft whimpers of pleasure coming from me against my will.
In a few short steps, we finally got into Max’s room. I hastily reached for the door, pushed it shut and locked it. He was still drowned in lust and not helping. With shaky arms, I immediately pulled off the costume’s head, reached for the zip on the right side of the costume and desperately jerked it all the way down. The costume fell away from our bodies, completely soaked and sticky with our sweat. I quickly removed my arms from the inside of the costume and was about to step out of it to end this ordeal when, unexpectedly, Max had other ideas.
To be continued?
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Originally Posted by
hka1an
wah so long no penetration yet ah..? faster leh dun keep us waiting!!
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Originally Posted by
furrball_22
Great continuation. Its an agonizing wait… dun torture us any longer
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Originally Posted by
justwanadoit
Then he cummed coating ur pussy with his jism rite? It ended lidat?
patience~ but i hope the ending will not disappoint