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, last year. Sivani’s father divorced her mother when she was 12 and her mother brought her up since that time.We were friends since we were 18 as we joined in the same college and she was my classmate. She is a good friend of mine but her beauty always made me think of her the other way. So, let’s get into the story now.Sivani and I were friends from a year and we were very close to each other but I always wanted more of her than a friend. So I tried moving our relationship that way and as a part of it, I made her play ‘TRUTH or DARE’ game with me while we were chatting. I started it casual but made my moves towards sexual things slowly. She did notice it but thought it was just a game. I came to know about her interests and other things I want to know by the game. And one day after our semester exams, my family planned a trip to my relative’s place but I managed somehow to stay in the house and invited her to my house for a treat as she asked me for it as a dare previously.Shivani. Feeling her tight passage flowering open, then holding tightly to his cock. Again and a again he repeated the press and withdraw of his cock, until her hips learned the motion. ‘That’s it baby, fuck back at me. Rap your legs around me, pull my cock as deep as you can into that hot pussy.’ Annie rapped her legs around his waist, feeling his cock go deeper into her, the pleasure of the move causing her to arch against him, moving him even farther into her. ‘Oh God…’ She moaned against his neck. Conner continued the slow, deep thrusts until he felt her bite his neck in frustration. Moving his hands to her waist he held her to him as he got to his knees. Grabbing a pillow he stuffed it under her hips. Pulling almost out of her, he pushed back into her. In. Out. In. Out. Over and over again. Harder. Deeper. Faster. ‘Oh God Yes! Harder, oh, fuck me harder. Mmm yeah give me that cock!’ Annie panted. Her moans getting louder with each thrust. Grabbing one of her legs he moved it up to his.
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