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2000-01-01
I've always thought that having people watch me and my boyfriend was sort of thrilling. My boyfriend, Chris, is so hott i could just have him anywhere. about 6 feet tall, brown wavy hair, a nice lean body, and eyes you can get lost in. And i liked the idea of his friends thinking im a slut. it took me a while to convince him to do it. . . but eventually i broke him down. We were with a one of his friends, Sean, at his house watching a movie. i looked at my boyfriend with a devlish look. i was horny and i wanted him now. right there in the middle of the movie, i started to rub him through his jeans discreetly. Sean did not notice. after a minute, i look up at Chris who has closed his eyes. i turn and look at his friend sitting right next to me. then i slowly unzipped Chris's pants, and whipped out his massive cock.
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his hardness springing to life. i took hin into my mouth and let out a soft moan. Sean, sitting next to me ,looks over. "what the fuck?" he says. "Jeez couldnt you wait or something?" he started to walk away but i broke away from Chirs's dick to grab Sean. "no. wait. just stay. you may even get a little something too" i say with a wink. Sean shoots a confused look over at Chris who just nods. i go back to work on his dick. i wanted to impress Sean, so i thrust down going as deep as i can, fighting the urge to gag.
ive never really been very good at deep throating Chris because he is so huge, but i was so horny and turned on that it didnt even matter. i glance up at Sean. he still looked confused, but i could see a slight bulge in the front of his pants.
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taking a break i say "oh your not enjoying this. are you?" i looked at chris who just nodded again, reading my thoughts. i stand up so i am at about eye level with sean who is a bit shorter than chris. slowly i reached up to my open button shirt, and slide it off, revealing a very low cut cami over my black bra. seans eyes looked over my.
