5.10.17






now wait a minute I know Im laying in a field of grass somewhere   dig that girl  spill that winespill that wine  take that girl    spill that winetake that girl
                               how he didnt mindlesslydronishly claw her clothes off when she did gave herself to him he hadnt a clue

when he came he went off like a whalespoutThar shes blowswent off like a volcano  she jacked him off   the fount smashed her on the jawdribbled down her blousewetted her tits Fuck the handjob she mutteredyanked down her cutoffsher panties mounted his cock  his mind went into an absolute frenzyhis cock on firehe gasped the sensation of her cunt sliding aroundclutching him stole his breathe  AwGawd what a sweet fucking cunt he sighed  she didnt look hurtshe ground on his cock harder  Fuck mefuck me she clutched at her tits  was a fourteen year old old enough to growl fuckme  his world spun off its axiswobbled  tittered   it rolled off like a lost marble 
                   
                                                                     he hadnt fucked like that since
a couple of fourteen years old at sexlosing their cherries howd they know that shit  when she couldnt ride him any longercollapsed onto her side he slid up alongside her slid his cock up to her mouth rubbed it on around across her lips like Chapstick  she parted her lips  her tongue darted at itcurled around it  he grabbed her casual tossedup ponytail and nudged his cock deeper into her mouth  she didnt resistshe sucked  he rolled on his hip stuck it deeper into her mouth  how did she know she could take him in her throat  she pulled away only momentarilyYou gonna fuck my thro . . he thrustedhe began fucking her throat  how did they know that  issue after issue of Playboy he found didnt print a word about blowjobs  yet so naturalso fuckin natural  at least to them


later  You wont say anything to the other boys  she threw her huge greeneyes into the bargain

About what


he tweaked her nipples once more before she slipped her bra back on

Can we do this again she askedgripping his cock once more before he pulled his pants up over his hips

We can fuck againI just dont think we can possibly do this again  This was unreal 
I feel turned inside out she said
I feel high   You think having sex is always like this 
No  I dont    I think if it was my parents wouldnt be at each other bitchin this and that

Yeah   My parents still fool aroundtell us kids its time we go to bedgo upstairsNOW  




what was her name

he and other boys prowled around her place near the railroad tracks like tomcats
they were on her scent

what good animals they were

1454,  Saturday,  30  9. 17
War  Spill the Wine 

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