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  • “I can feel your cum running down my bottom,” Michelle said with a whisper. “I didn’t cum,” I replied. Michelle looked alarmed and asked me masturbate to take it out. Reluctantly I pulled out and sat back. I was astounded to see blood on the sheet and thought perhaps I had really hurt her. “Oh Michelle, I hurt you, I masturbating hurt you, you are bleeding,” I said frantically. “Hey Ron, you busted my hymen, I’m not mortally wounded, although it feels like you just tore me in two. I know that sometimes happens and it will stop soon. Just get me a warm cloth to wipe it up.” I jumped up and got the washcloth and gently wiped up the blood from the sheet as best I could then held it against her to catch the rest, although the bleeding had slowed considerably. After about five minutes I took the cloth cougar away and saw that the bleeding had completely stopped. To say that put a damper on brunette anymore love young making for the rest of the day would have been an understatement! I was afraid I would hurt her and Michelle was afraid it would hurt as well, so we just held each other. After about half an hour, Michelle said she really was sore and wanted to go home. I packed everything up and we got dressed. “Ron, let’s come back here next Saturday, I should be okay by then.” With orgasm that she kissed me deeply and told me how much she loved me and how much she appreciated me being gentle and not demanding we go ahead and make love. I told her that I loved her as well and wouldn’t do anything to hurt her, although obviously I already did. She just hugged me tighter and cuddled up close. “Why… why didn’t you bust in? Or talk to me cougar about it? She hurried back into the kitchen. The sculptor had captured her curly pubic hair as stiff bush surrounding a tight slit that parted with her limbs splayed so far apart. So, he buzzed her through and moved down to engage the young woman to find out what was the situation with her. Her protests fooled no one. How will that feel pushing into your asshole? “He told me as soon brunette as come home again he is going to fuck me like never ever before. She straddled me, her tits pressing into my chest, my shirt open. “Uh, nothing.” I answered and tried to keep walking but two pair of masturbating hands stopped me cold. When they got too close, she’d knock them back with her tail, sending them flying through the air. “Who said Th… oh shit,” she said when she finally noticed me. This had to end she could already start to young feel the effects of her orgasm illness. "You will," he ordered. When I heard masturbate the shower stop I put the dress on. “My guys think we have to do something at the very least.”