I knew enough about Natasha that she lived a fair way across town, attending our school instead of her neighbourhood school because of a special academic program that we offered. She let out almost a yelp of pleasure as I began to extend my tongue inwards and out. At least the dance was on a Thursday, so I’d only have to struggle through one more day before the weekend was ahead of me. I was worried my aching dick, now pressed hard against the end of the mattress as I savoured the delicious taste of this young woman, might explode prematurely, like a young teenager she should have been with. We pulled up in front of a nice townhouse complex that sat deep in a forested area. At least the dance was on a Thursday, so I’d only have to struggle through one more day before the weekend was ahead of me. Read 73866 times |
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