His hands slid down her sides to her hips once more, and he felt her raise up a bit to help him slide the dress down her hips and then off her body en...tirely, leaving her clothed only in the black panties and spike heels that were left behind, his hands cupping her backside and squeezing firmly, pulling her close to him once more. The soft moan that escaped her lips against his brought the softest of smiles to his lips as he gripped her tighter, one hand remaining on her backside as the other. I can see her breast heaving over her shoulder and she leans back, wrapping her arms around my neck. Her breath gets heavier and heavier and her moans are louder. My body tenses with her’s knowing she’s close. My hands move faster and faster insider her and on her clit until I hear her breath catch sharply and her loud wordless moan echos through the church. She collapses into my arms, exhausted from a powerful orgasm. After I catch her she looks at me with glazed eyes and a tired smile. Right. The next evening, I went to pick her up to take her to the hospital. She was wearing the same clothes and was ready to go. She excused herself for the bathroom before we were to leave. I was checking if all the windows were closed when I heard her scream from the bathroom.I rushed in and I saw she lay flat on the floor, crying in agony. Not only that, I was surprised to see that the shower was turned on and she lay there right under the shower. I turned it off, got behind her and got hold of. “I understand.” Rayanne smiled. “Can we still be friends?” “Of course!” I exclaimed. “Maybe this weekend the three of us can do something?” “Sure!” said Rayanne. “Good night Crystal.” “Good night Rayanne.” I went home, masturbated, and went to bed. The next day Rayanne kept her word about fixing my computer and even gave me a pink 8 GB flash drive to back up my files. That weekend I met Farren Munoz, a beautiful brown-haired, green-eyed, Hispanic woman, and Rayanne’s girlfriend of over a.
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