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Sexual Appetite Sara

I met Saraalmost by crash-course.

We were randomly selected for a group presentation my freshman year of college. I was late to class due to my predilection for Annie Lou’s Lounge on Greenwood Ave., a quaint asian jack shack concealed behind a campus cleaners adjacent to the Physical Therapy campus. Yeah, I was a callow freshman with baby blue balls like the ocean, yet I had already located the first lowbrow venue to receive the dunkin blownuts treatment. I was getting the ultimate cfnm handjob from some 30-year-old named Yumi with a banging-ass body and a bubbly butt she had no problem surrendering to me.

 Before I began piping professionally, ripping through runways and moving in freshmen one minute, inducing their steamy spray two hours later, I was still just another fresh faced amateur. Amateur in every sense of the word. I had to take it with a grain of salt, because my idea of a far out, full-fledged, fuck-a-palooza experience that would satisfy my sexual soul, allowing me to embrace the bare meat-fiending beast within me had already taken place. I was still recovering from that sweat-soaking, jizz sprayed spring night.

But Sara was a different fuck monster. She told me she wanted me deep inside me in a text message and that I should head to her room ASAP. It was a bit awkward, as I was still a boy at heart even though I was hung like a moose.

I started kissing up on her and while she was passive at first, she became really submissive. I stuck my cock into her slippery slit and started drilling her so hard she had to bite down on her pillow the good dick-pain was so excruciating.