Your erotic stories

“Don’t get me started”, you said again, as I mentioned Juan's name. He was and still is your friend, but you know that I kissed him more then once. You trusted me, but I broke your trust. Now, I tease you all the time about those kisses, about how much of a slut I can be at times. “Don’t get me started,” you repeat, as I re-tell the story of his mouth on mine, his hands going up my skirt, feeling my wet pussy.

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