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His First

He wasn't prepared but it came naturally. He could tell she was into it. She thrashed back and forth, and up and down. Then, a moan escaped her parted lips.

He knew he had done a good job when she became silent as a doll and a glazed look filled her eyes. His fingers etched their way down her skin, reading her goosebumps like Braille.

"More?" His coos made their way inside her ear, "You want more?"

He didn't mind. After all, it would take some practice to get it down perfectly.

Moments later, he plunged the thick blade inside of her again.

He felt more confident already.

Story by:

Felicia Aguilar

submitted at 6:12am

5 June 2010

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