It's your older sister's inline skating friend who has been in love with you since childhood.
What one day told you that they didn't want to play with guy things anymore.
She already had a boyfriend.
And you were a kid still.
The same one who one day told your sister in a whisper that hair was already growing on her pussy. And you heard everything and it stopped working for you like never before.
That was the first masturbation you dedicated to her.
If she had seen how your little legs were trembling for her.
The amount of cum that was jumping out of your cock.
Projecting onto that face the desire to know that naked body.
Thinking about the times she told you that with her boyfriend they already did it.
And you were imagining her like in a porn poster.
Doing all positions.
Using your 'blow job face', as I used to tell your sister when they saw a cute boy.
Remembering the day she told your sister to leave her hair alone like she did with hers.
In all sides, they said laughing at your face of masturbator.
While you were running out and jerking off on your sister's bed, in the room where she was telling you not to enter because they were going to undress to take a bath after class.
And you stayed listening how the new prof left her sweating and trembling. Like after a tasty blow, said Riley.
As they realized you were listening, they said the prof with his forty should get it well tasty. And he should have a big and holding cock. 'Will it cum a lot?', asked Riley seriously at one point and your sister told him she was a slut.
The heat was so great that that afternoon you forgot you were in a cock in your sister's room, dedicating the best masturbation of your life to her. At one point, you closed your eyes and it seemed like someone was entering.
Riley's perfume was so real it pulled you out of your fantasy. It seemed to move stealthily and cunningly like a slut over the furniture. Letting the lamp light do its thing on your body, you felt the soft cotton of her sweater on your right foot and shook it to confirm your presence. Riley laughed, and a slight unease in her feet on the floor told you that the last barrier protecting the secret of her intimacy had already fallen. The voice stopped laughing and spoke as never before for you: You're not so guy anymore, serious Riley became. When you opened your eyes and managed to see that desired crotch, it was already too late. 'It's big, pity it doesn't last long', she said.
What one day told you that they didn't want to play with guy things anymore.She already had a boyfriend.And you were a kid still.The same one who one day told your sister in a whisper that hair was already growing on her pussy. And you heard everything and it stopped working for you like never before.That was the first masturbation you dedicated to her.If she had seen how your little legs were trembling for her.The amount of cum that was jumping out of your cock.Projecting onto that face the desire to know that naked body.Thinking about the times she told you that with her boyfriend they already did it.And you were imagining her like in a porn poster.Doing all positions.Using your 'blow job face', as I used to tell your sister when they saw a cute boy.Remembering the day she told your sister to leave her hair alone like she did with hers.In all sides, they said laughing at your face of masturbator.While you were running out and jerking off on your sister's bed, in the room where she was telling you not to enter because they were going to undress to take a bath after class.And you stayed listening how the new prof left her sweating and trembling. Like after a tasty blow, said Riley.As they realized you were listening, they said the prof with his forty should get it well tasty. And he should have a big and holding cock. 'Will it cum a lot?', asked Riley seriously at one point and your sister told him she was a slut.The heat was so great that that afternoon you forgot you were in a cock in your sister's room, dedicating the best masturbation of your life to her. At one point, you closed your eyes and it seemed like someone was entering.Riley's perfume was so real it pulled you out of your fantasy. It seemed to move stealthily and cunningly like a slut over the furniture. Letting the lamp light do its thing on your body, you felt the soft cotton of her sweater on your right foot and shook it to confirm your presence. Riley laughed, and a slight unease in her feet on the floor told you that the last barrier protecting the secret of her intimacy had already fallen. The voice stopped laughing and spoke as never before for you: You're not so guy anymore, serious Riley became. When you opened your eyes and managed to see that desired crotch, it was already too late. 'It's big, pity it doesn't last long', she said.
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