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Fucking my Virgin Ass with my Girlfriend’s Dildo!

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Fucking my Virgin Ass with my Girlfriend’s Dildo! is a sex story about , fucking, masterbation, gf, my GF, the idea of a big cock deep inside you and my mouth on it, my Girlfriend, my husband and the concept of a cock.

I have to start out by saying that I’ve done a couple of different stories with a partner in my life. I’ve had him to fuck me, and then I’ve had him to fuck me again…and again…and again. I’m not saying that they’re perfect, but they’re the first two experiences I’ve ever had with someone who was a little bit too into it!
It’s a big deal when we get together, especially for my first time. My first time was on the first day of a week long trip with my partner. He’s a guy who has been working for a while to get into me…I have to say that it was pretty rough. I didn’t know how to respond, I didn’t want to make him feel bad or make him feel bad. I also couldn’t resist giving him a few pointers. I wanted him to know how he felt about it, how he could take it a bit further, and that I’m here to please him…I wanted him to know how much I loved it, and how much I needed it. I also wanted him to ask me some questions that he didn’t know the answer to, and he didn’t know the answer to either. I asked if he was in a committed relationship, and he said he was not. I asked him if he had any problems with me at all, and he said he had no issues at all and was a nice guy in general. I asked if he had done anything to make me uncomfortable, and he said no and he was fine with it! He also said that he had never done anything to make me uncomfortable. We made it to our hotel room, and he had to drive us all the way back because I was going back home to college (he had been to school and had not yet started out there). He had to take me out on a date to his house…I guess we weren’t the only ones who was going out on a date…it wasn’t like they knew us, but they knew we were together. I don’t usually get excited about dates, I usually like having to make a plan and not knowing what’s going to happen. I got to the house and we had dinner together (it’s a really good house that I’ve lived in) and talked about what we were going to eat and who was going to be there…we were in a good light. The conversation was a bit more serious then I was expecting for a first time, so I’m glad I made it a little bit more serious. I asked him what my problem was, and what I thought he needed to do to fix it…he said he couldn’t stop staring at me. I didn’t understand what he was doing, I didn’t understand what he had meant…it made me think and think…it made me think that if I could just make him feel safe he’d be more inclined to let it slide and go with it. I asked him how I could help, and he said he would be more than happy to help. He took my coat from me and started dressing me up in his new outfit. He put me in a little dress (I am wearing a size 8 and I am wearing a tank top and I am wearing a black bra) and put on my heels for me. He had my bra pulled off and placed on the floor. He asked me to put on my heels and put on my top and put on my skirt and his bra and tie.

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