Tell Me Something to Make Me Hate you part7

by HandJob Blog
locked into perpetual wince. I pretended to come, pulled out, and went back down on her. As soon as i breathed on her mons, she said, ‘it hurts.’ Yeah, well, things hurt…” “Gimme back my shoes.” “No, you’ll wing em at me again.” “Give me em.” “Here. So there I was. I couldn’t fuck her, couldn’t eat her, and I had one of those hard-ons from hell…” “Know the type.” “Thought you might. So I turned her over, spit on my hand, rubbed it on, and—” “Oh no…” “Fucked her ass. Hey, stop laughing. This is the evil one, remember? So I didn’t come but fell asleep, and in the morning all I wanted was to sneak her out past my housemates and send her on ...End of the part7. To be continued..

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