Cali Carter in Muscled Babes Do It Better

I don’t care if I have to share you. I just have to be with you no matter what.” “Okay, Jim, don’t say I didn’t warn you. I have been programmed, like Pavlov’s dog, to need sex in order to survive from day to day. I am telling you before hand, I seriously can’t get enough of it. I really do love fucking and having orgasms. So if you think you really love me and want to continue to see me; or even marry me, then I amateur am yours. Just know skinny that I am truly high maintenance when it comes to sexually gratifying me. So, do you think you can really live with those terms?” The Voices in my Head 1 My name is John Stevens. I'm nineteen years old, six feet tall with a slender build, blond hair, and pale blue eyes. Overall, I'm a pretty normal guy except that I'm diabetic. It's nothing serious yet, I don't have to take shots, just a couple of pills every day. I like to read, making me a bit of an outcast with most of the kids my age who prefer more active pastimes. As a result I don't have many friends. Peter and I had been in the same class since kindergarten and by a quirk of Hardcore fate had always ended up sitting next to each other in class so we kind of drifted into being friends. Peter was another outcast because he tended to be a little chubby and only about five foot nine. Becky was another classmate and a reader, preferring to read thick novels instead of gossip like almost all the other girls. She was a trim five foot two, with a moderately good figure, but usually hid in loose fitting clothes, with her long auburn hair covering most of her face. She could have given most of the girls a run for their money if she wanted to, but preferred to stay in the background. The three of us often hung out together, outdoors in nice weather, or the library or a coffee shop when it was too cold or wet to be outside. One summer evening, we were all laying on a hillside clearing in the woods behind my house watching the Perseid meteor petite shower. The really cool thing was that they always appeared to be spraying out of the sky directly for us, spreading into radial bright steaks to the sides. I'd read that what we were seeing was like tiny grains of sand burning away as they hit the atmosphere at ridiculously high speed. That night, I spotted one bright pov speck that barely moved as it shown against the clear night sky. “That one must be headed straight for us,” I observed, pointing into the sky, “it isn't making a streak at all.” It lasted long enough for Peter and Becky to notice and they agreed with me, joking about getting hit by it as it faded away. Oddly, it seemed to dim to yellow then orange then red before it disappeared rather than just winking out like the rest of the shower. "Well, in that case." Would she do it? I begin bobbing up and down on his dick. “You’ve got some photos of my knickers??” Why don’t we go do something else?” He said as he got up and started wiping his butt clean from dead grass. “What? She rubbed her nose against mine. "Julie understands what's happening so let’s go down in the basement where I created a little set for us," he said leading the girls almost like the pied piper. Her pussy clenched his thrusting cock trying to squeeze out every drop of his baby making cream into her hungry passage. He stopped “Mind blowing. I rose on unsteady feet. What was that feeling earlier? I see a few more of Chucklez friends getting out and when I see the bag I start to fight and then amateur one who looks like he had his ear reattached to his head and not by a doctor gets close. “Fuck” I thought. Before she was totally over the orgasm Ann had started to rub her clit and she saw pov her petite begin to get hot again. Feeling his lips skinny on my nipples which were hard and ready. “She's such a slut! Said the EMT then he left. He walked me up to my house and Hardcore rang the doorbell. He held onto the base of his cock and teased the girl . . . She counted on the poor impulse control of men, using it to get what she wanted. The meeting continued without the chair being reactivated.