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We walk up to the door and before I can knock the door swings open and its sara cheesing, she speaks, “Hey you, cmon in.” I was impressed, we walked into her apartment and it was way cleaner than we had left ours. There are two girls sitting on the couch, one was the same girl from the club and the other was in short shorts and a women’s workout tank top. My boys look at each other and smile when they realize there are 3 men and 3 women. Hours go by as we sit and talk on the couch and the girls begin to get comfortable with our presence. Sara and I didn’t need any acclimation, the minute that door shut behind us Sara and I were laughing and flirting all night. Looking at the time it was 430am and my boys were looking at me for the next move. Sara is on the couch curled up next to me kissing my lips and letting me touch her in places I shouldn’t be able to after meeting her just hours ago. I look at my boys faces and then I whisper in Sara’s ear, “can we stay the night? We live like an hour and 30 minutes from here.” She speaks, “Yeah that’s fine”. Just then she looks up at her friends and speaks, “hey we are going to bed”, she stands up and grabs my hand to lead me to her bedroom. Nobody said creampie anything, I mean what were they going to say? We are all grown and nobodies parents were around to try and stop us. We got to her bedroom and the next morning I woke up around noon to sara pulling my pants down and grabbing my morning wood. Instantly my hangover was gone, when she gave me the best blow job of my life and let me film it on my phone. I wasn’t surprised, I mean for her to have met me last night and let me come over and sleep in her bed she was the type of girl to behave like this. After she blew me she went to the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face. She speaks, “you want some breakfast?”, I reply, “hell yeah”. After using her mouth wash and a face towel, I walk to the edge of the bed to put my jeans back on but I decide to remain shirtless. I walk out of her bedroom and I smell eggs, bacon, sausage, rice, and pancakes. Her roommates were almost done with breakfast they had prepared for my boys and I. Where were my boys at though? As I sit on the couch the apartment is quiet. Then all of a sudden I hear loud laughing coming out of one of the other bedrooms. I stand up and walk to the bedroom and it's my boys laughing and talking shit drinking orange juice. Caleb speaks “I trust your nice and morning went well?”, I reply, “hell yeah, what about yours?”. Caleb goes on to explain the sex he had with sara’s roommate who was also at the club. Markus explains how we didn’t get very far with the last roommate and had to sleep on the living room couch. As we laughed at Markus and made fun of him one of the girls walks in and speaks, “hey guys come eat.” This was a dream come true, I had met a girl in the club and went back to her house the same night, gotten a blow job the next morning and a delicious breakfast. But the story doesn’t end hear, months go by and Sara has visited my apartment on campus multiple times. We had sex in my bed, on the couch, on her kitchen table, on my kitchen table, in my car and in her car. I could tell she was starting to catch feelings and I couldn’t blame her because it was my fault. Sara had wooed me from my usual was and screwing and kicking women to the curve. Ever since that morning breakfast and blow job. I’ve seen her every week since. I haven’t been chasing any other women, I haven’t been home in months, I didn’t play as many video games as I usually did. On top of all that I had school and the sport I was playing, Sara was draining me both sexually and mentally. It was time to snap out of it and kick Sara to the curve. It was a friday night, I had driven from campus to her apartment to hangout. I ate food from her fridge and we went to her bedroom where she began trying to kiss me, I stopped her. I speak, “we need to talk”. She replies, “okay whats up?”, I reply, “I have to stop seeing you sara, my amateur grades are slipping, my coach is on my head about my performance and blowjob I can tell you’re catching feelings.” She speaks, “Feelings?, what's wrong with catching feelings?” I reply, “There is nothing wrong with catching feelings but I’m not looking for a girlfriend, I just want to go to school, play ball and chill.” She Hardcore speaks, “I see, so you just wanted to screw me for a couple of months and expect me not to catch feelings?” I reply, “ I didn’t expect anything I was kind of just living and time has flown by.” She replies, “dude fuck you, I thought you were cumshot a good guy”… she continues but now tearing up, “what's wrong with me?, why doesn’t anybody want to be with me.” "Please don't hurt me I'll do anything you want." Deanne shrugged and standing at the entrance she scanned the interior of the club as she tried to work out the identity of the woman she was due to meet. He was now vulnerable. He removed his dress shirt and slacks. I didn’t say anything. But only for a second. Such a beauty, and sexy. At night cumshot we would spend every m9ment together, her always naked and most of the time I would have underwear on, but normally had a hard cock inside of them and Logan always liked rubbing it blowjob Hardcore and playing with it. "It's alright," Floyd tried to comfort her. But she gasped when someone behind her touched her labia. His dick was bigger. She had one hand in my hair the other was groping her face and chest as she came. Of course I did! “OWWW” She screamed. “Oh yeah. Tiffany gave her an exasperated look. “Hiya, Philly.” She greeted him warmly, and gave him a hug. Niky bent over Mariana pussy and started fingering her pussy really hard and rubbing her clit and her entire pussy. I suppose it was fair but I was a little disappointed. He was soon down on top of her, chasing her up the bed as she backed up finally coming to rest in a semi-sitting position. On her fifth attempt she only got creampie about three fourths the way off and by the sixth attempt she must have realized what she was doing and what was happening. My parents, specially my abusive dad, didn't give a fuck. Julie’s pussy was so wet with need and desire, she wasn’t thinking clearly. I commanded. Since we hadn't had breakfast yet, we decided to pull into the diner and get something to amateur eat. “No. What?” With the spawn bringing up the rear Pleasure Slave 3613-A crawled ahead of House Mistress 3397 on all fours and a leash. I had to work hard to be a shining example. My green eyes stared into her blue eyes until we began to drift. Suck my fingers, Jenny, just like last time, and no teeth. “Lola!