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CARLOS
What was all the fuss about virgin p***y?
The thought of hurting her didn’t turn me on one bit, but the urge to be inside of her was so strong, I scolded myself to be gentle during the uncomfortable stage.
It was a terrible responsibility.
I warned her, “That’s a filthy little mouth you have, isn’t it? But I’m afraid it’s not going to be easy to get this inside you. You’re so tight, my fingers barely fit.”
My wife slid her hands to her angel p***y and pulled her lips apart, any sense of shame abandoned after her quaking o****m on my mouth. “But I’m so wet. And remember, I think I broke my hymen riding horses, or at least stretched it past the point of virginity.”
I couldn’t tear my eyes away when she began drawing small circles around the juicy bud I just had in my mouth,
