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[MF] Fucked my Boyfriend on the Roof and got Spotted by a Neighbor [Exhibition] [Outdoor Sex]

Hello all! First time poster, long time lurker, but I've got a story for you that is 100% true.

Before I begin, I should mention my boyfriend in this story is /u/czernabog, who also likes to document our exploits. Go check out his photos, if you're curious :)

Onto the story!

"My Pregnancy Fetish Pt 2" [mF][pregnant]

Thanks for all the messages and votes for My Pregnancy Fetish. If you have not read it or voted yet please do so while there is still time.

After some seriously hard,ball slapping standing doggie fucking, we were getting ready for round 2. Mrs. D went to the bathroom to freshen up and I went to the kitchen to load up on fluids.

“You ready for round two?” I asked

“Just about, let's take it to the bedroom this time. My feet are killing me.” She replied from the bathroom.

Sticking my dick in Crazy [MF]

I had recounted these stories of my manslut days to my wife, which resulted in hot, passionate fucking (opposed to lovemaking) every time. So I thought this would be a good place to tell them as well. This is all how it happened as best as I can recollect, with dialogue only when I can remember exactly what was said. Skip to the break for the actual sex if you prefer.

Summer Playtime [FM]

I've always wanted to post here for the longest time. I've been reading this subreddit for a good 4 years now but never wanted to post because I didn't have any sexual experiences worth sharing... until now!

So this happened about last year and if you want help building a picture I'm 5 foot. Blonde. Curvy, big ass and big breasts (4x D cup)

The guy in this equation is 5 foot 10. Very skinny and black hair also and I would say 6 inches long.

My first nylon footjob [M18,F18] [MF] [Fetish]

Today I’ll be taking a trip down memory lane. Back to late 2004 or early 2005. I definitely remember it being the winter just prior to me finishing school. It’s a story that for me has a tinge of sadness; it’s about a girl called Jenna. She was I suppose what one might call a childhood sweetheart. We were never in a formal relationship, but we might as well have been. We held hands, kissed in public and both of us had a lot of first experiences with one another. For all intents and purposes we were boyfriend and girlfriend.

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