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She came and then she cried.
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She came and then she cried. *** SUGGESTED MUSIC FOR READING: Sade - Cherish the day *** I was in this boring relationship with one woman and I guess that I just wanted to play house. Maybe, my life was getting so fast that I know I needed a square life appearance, but also wanted a square feel to it. I never wanted a 9 to 5 reality nor could I stand a gangster's life. But, sometimes I'd gravitate towards a gangster's moment. I went over to where I keep my recording equipment to work on some new material. Later, I stroll down the street to see what's going on around the basketball court in the apartment complex. Somehow, someone told my ex-girlfriend that I was out there. She found me and said,"There you are." This was no ordinary ex. She was my favorite little vixen. If I was into pimping, then I could've made $100/day on her blind obsession with pleasing the flesh. I instead got the million dollar treatment every day & night with her almond tone, juicy titties on her small frame, and a sweet apple bottom. We had so much sex that other people thought we did it too much. When it was just us we'd agree, laugh, and fuck some more. My girl simply wasn't half as adventurous as my vixen. My girl would just have a huge quivering orgasm which was hot, but she'd be out of gas and just wanna cuddle or actually pass out. I often had to hurry and get my one spark off like a female or she'd be done getting her's like a male. Plus, she wasn't a fan of giving or receiving oral sex. My vixen loved the taste of my cum as much I loved the taste of hers. I remember times she'd be giving me some incredible head and I'd watch her smile before making me blast in her mouth. She deeply enjoyed having me trapped in her sensuality. I swear there's nothing like a pretty smile around my dick. Anyways, she talked me into a stroll around the park until the sun set hours ago. Everybody was long gone and we were alone at a park bench chatting away. Around that point... I you not... is an utter blur as to how we stripped and began having sex in the park. Maybe the guilt of cheating made me semi-conscience, but all I knew is that I needed to do some REAL fucking and this was thee freak to make it right. MY freak. We teased, and licked, and sucked on each other as if to prove that we still knew every personal hot-spot. I sat back on that park bench and she preceded to straddle me like she REALLY needed to do this. My vixen had always emitted this aura of passion, but now she was on fire and so was I. My hands were running from her waist to thigh. She slid me inside and worked the head for just 2 seconds. Normally she'd tease me, but that night was no game. Her pussy was amazing when we first meet and it was home cooking after 2 years of continuously making it mines. We felt like the perfect fit and that had her wanting to cum already. This made her highly emotional and almost irrational. She began to apologize for ruining our relationship. My vixen rode my dick while asking forgiveness. I just said,"Baby, it's ok." and she started to cry. I was speechless as she continued to ride me while shedding tears. This venerable approach to win me back was admittedly mind-blowing. Her body was all she had to give and I accepted. I stood up with her arms and legs wrapped around me as I hit it the way she loves it- long, hard strokes at a medium pace with an occasional grind. She was holding me close with teary-eyed moans in my ear. It drove me so wild that I would not have pulled out if you paid me too. Especially, after months of sub par sex at home. This was so wickedly exciting that if you walked right up on us, we wouldn't have cared. My dick was like the in her candy store and she knew me well enough to know when I was going to cum before I did. She pulled me into an even tighter embrace as I held her almost to the point of being way too firm. Her tears were smeared across my face and on my left shoulder while her pussy was wet enough to hear outdoors. I lowered us back down onto the bench to try and hold my load just a bit longer and she kept going. Then... I came hard... and I came deep inside of her wanting body. I shot 2 or 3 hot streams in mid-stroke that felt like a century in one minute. My dick was still jumping inside her while we sat intertwined to kiss and bite each others lips. Her legs rested atop mines with my hands on her back. My tongue ventured up and down from her tongue to her excited nipples. Steadily, she was stirring my cream with her honey and that's all I can really remember from that point on. I can't recall anything after... or even much before that haze of lust. I don't even know if I went home or stayed at my mother's that night. Maybe, I busted a nut AND a few brain cells with her. The ironic part is that I only came once like I would've at home, but what we did was so good that I was more than satisfied... I was confused. Did anyone else ever cum so hard that you forgot if or when you actually went home that night? |
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