KingCorto
Really Experienced
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- Mar 16, 2021
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Vicky lived a confined and suburban. Her relationship was conforming to the point of platony, and once the sex was there, there was no flare to it, it was as ordinary as it would get, the same way in bed every time, him on top of her, pump, pump, pump, and it was over with. Vicky could barely remember when last taking a cock in her mouth or had been thoroughly fucked anyway else than naked on her back with her thighs spread out. Vicky didn’t get out of the house much, either. It was therefore with great expectation – if not to be fucked from behind, but a girl could only hope, right? – that she now made her way in her tight minidress to the rap concert that she’d been planning with a girlfriend for months.
Actually, her girlfriend had cancelled long ago, but since Vicky was uncertain how her husband would react to her going alone, she’d kept it a secret. Going on her own was optimal, Vicky thought. She didn’t know her co-workers that well, and they might hamper her style, stop her progress, if anything was to happen… Which of course she didn’t think would, but who knew, one needed to keep ones options open, Vicky thought.
A short bus trip later, Vicky was standing in line for the show. It was the regular line, and the VIP line. Vicky was certainly no VIP, at least not as far as she knew, but still, the bouncer at that very much shorter line of beautiful people kept looking at her, seemingly invitingly. Should I try the VIP line just to see how that goes? Vicky thought to herself
Actually, her girlfriend had cancelled long ago, but since Vicky was uncertain how her husband would react to her going alone, she’d kept it a secret. Going on her own was optimal, Vicky thought. She didn’t know her co-workers that well, and they might hamper her style, stop her progress, if anything was to happen… Which of course she didn’t think would, but who knew, one needed to keep ones options open, Vicky thought.
A short bus trip later, Vicky was standing in line for the show. It was the regular line, and the VIP line. Vicky was certainly no VIP, at least not as far as she knew, but still, the bouncer at that very much shorter line of beautiful people kept looking at her, seemingly invitingly. Should I try the VIP line just to see how that goes? Vicky thought to herself