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27 Mayıs 2023, 16:09
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I recognize that stern, angry look on your face, but you say nothing and, you toss your topcoat on the floor.You step toward me; I stand my ground, and then with your strong hand on my shoulder, you lock me in place. Our fights are usually verbal and never physical unless you count the spankings you administer to my bare ass. I glare at you; this is the most physical contact we have had in a month or so. This is not what I crave. It is not what I want, and I shrug my shoulder; you tighten your grip, your lips twitch, and you start to speak firmly.*?Krissy, I have had enough of this fighting, it stops here, and it stops now!?I start to say something, but you silence me by pressing your lips against mine, your chest crushing my tits as you push my back against the wall. My eyes widen in surprise for a second but slowly close as the heat of your kiss melts the anger in me. I succumb to you and my hands ripping your shirt open. You pin me to the wall with your hips. 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I hear you unzip your pants, your belt buckle grazing my calf as your pants slide down. You dance a bit, and now you are naked except for your torn shirt. I don?t want your cock in me despite my pussy throbbing and leaking, or at least I don?t think I do.I feel your hand grasp the frail string of my black G-string. Stretching it until it snaps, you toss the wet and now torn G-sting to the floor, and you kick my feet to make me spread for you. My swollen pussy lips are entirely exposed, utterly accessible to you, your fingers, and your engorged prick.*I am pissed; I don?t want you to fuck me, or do I?Your stuff your hand under the hem of my skirt, you flip it up on my butt, and my pussy is uncovered. I am so wet and ready to fuck from fingering my snatch on the way home. Your hand is between my legs, feeling my swollen pussy, fondling my engorged lips, squashing them, making my slit ooze nectar. 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This pussy is yours, but if you want it, now I will make you work for it.With one hand in the small of my back, you grasp my hips with the other; using your leverage, you stuff a few more inches into me. I moan aloud, finally beginning to feel the fullness I have been yearning for and needing all month now. I felt good thinking that I could resist you a bit, but it was a foolish thought. But you claimed my G-spot with your last thrust and made me cum; it is not the biggest orgasm I will have tonight, but it does send spasms through my cunt.