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Let me be, gots to be your suga mama. come sit on mama’s lap now. The chorus of Beyoce’s funk kept ringing through my head after I saw you in that suit. I know you didn’t need a suga mama but damn if you could come sit on mama’s lap. That suit that hung on
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She didn’t think he had it in him. The first time he ate her pussy, he did it with all the enthusiasm of someone who knew they had to do it get laid. The motions were ok, but there was no passion, no fire. Luckily, she didn’t need her pussy ate all the time, but
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I couldn’t shake the feeling that something big was on the horizon. I couldn’t understand why I felt the need to remember. To go back and reread old emails, notes, letters from formers. To remember his smile, the way he laughed and his voice which to this day still makes me shiver remembering how he
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She couldn’t believe it. It had been three weeks since she had an orgasm of any kind. With her vibrator packed away (thanks to the move from hell that was taking 3 months) she was feenin for something. She spent all day fantasizing about the men she saw. The mailroom guy at work who she
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I missed him. It was my fault that I would never see him again. Never hear from him again. One of the things I was attracted to was his ability to take charge and make a decision. His ability that once he had decided something he didn’t waffle. I knew once he said that I
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I knew he had a girlfriend, but I didn’t care. I wanted him the moment he sent me those secret pictures of his dick. Our email exchanges got me wet always leaving me need to get something on my pussy. So right now, I’m in bed, can’t sleep, horny as fuck, but can’t do anything