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CARLOS
Yes, she smelled good enough to eat, but in the end, it was her sweet little a*s that finally opened my eyes to what was hiding in plain sight. And once I had a look, I couldn’t stop staring at her oh-so-spankable backside.
How did I ever buy the ruse that she was a guy?
Now that I saw them, her tightly pinched n*****s that strained against whatever she was wearing to hide her breasts, the violin-like dip of her waist over modest hips swelling out in a way no man’s body could replicate, and finally, the plum stained lips of hers which she kept biting to stop from trembling.
At first, the sight of her doing so made me feel guilty. I knew what people thought of me. A man you didn’t cross and expect to come out alive. Of course I frightened her. But that tiny pinch of shame went
