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pink flesh. Tingles radiated throughout my body.

I remembered the explosion in Afghanistan and laughed. He stopped and looked up at my face, looking so cute and preoccupied with pleasing me.

“What’s so funny?”

“It’s nothing. I was just hoping there’s not an explosion before we get to it this time.”

He rubbed my thighs with his hand a few times, saying nothing, then stood. I saw his massive cock bouncing up and down in front of him.

I watched intently as he covered it with a condom. He crawled on the bed. I scooted back, spreading my legs and expecting the moment.

He held himself up with one huge arm and held his cock with the other hand, positioning it for penetration. I stared up into his eyes.

While the pleasure so far had been incredible, other feelings crept up inside of me as I stared at him. Never one who believed in wishy-washy love, I pushed them aside.

His cock worked its way into me. Everything else faded away. I saw his face and felt his hard, thick cock sliding in and out of my wet pussy like we were made for each other.

As I stared at his face, I ran my hands down his back to his ass. It so firm and strong, just like the rest of him. He leaned down and kissed me on the lips.

I let my hesitation fade away and enjoyed the moment. He thrust in and out of me, faster and harder, sending chills through my entire body.

“Don’t stop,” I begged, so close to coming.

The desperation on his face pushed me over the edge. My pussy tightened around his thick cock as my whole body shook. He continued pounding me as I moaned in pleasure.

“Fuck. Yes…”

His words made no sense, but I understood what he meant as his face scrunched up. He grunted and thrust into me one final time.

“Yes…” he hissed, breathing heavy.

Slowly, he stopped. He stayed inside me, staring into my eyes. Suddenly fear washed over met. What the hell am I doing? This guy is practically a stranger.

“Get off,” I said, propping myself up with my elbows.

“What’s wrong?” he asked as he pulled out.

I looked to the wall, wanting to see anything except his face, those blue eyes.

“This was a mistake,” I said, still looking away.

“Mistake? What do you mean? You wanted…”

“I know,” I snapped, cutting him off. “Will you please just leave?”

Guilt and shame mixed, forming an emotional cocktail I wasn’t ready to deal with, not with him still naked in my bed. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him crawl off the bed.

“What the hell?”

“Go, please,” I said.

“You wanted this too. I thought…”

His voice trailed off. I pulled a cover over my naked body.

Why am I so ashamed right now?

Tears welled up in my eyes.

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