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Those cute whimpering moans Steph made when I went down on her… he remembered, swallowing. She’d wanted it, needed it, her body had been practically begging him for it. The sight of that perfect pussy, the smell of it, the taste of her, feeling Stephanie wriggle , feeling her respond to every movement of his tongue, those sexy little tremors that rippled throughout her body at his touch… It’d be normal to jack off now, right? Some part of his mind argued. Stephanie… played with herself in here last night, it’s practically expected that I’m going to. Within the shower, Brian found himself faced with a growing dilemma. An urgent dilemma, that filled his hand—swollen to the biggest erection he felt he’d ever had, and continued to jerk insistently for attention. Thinking of Stephanie did nothing to help his situation, and remembering that climax of their truth or dare game made his cock surge, throbbing even larger to fill his hand. Whoa, I need to calm way down. Can I really duck right in here and masturbate without feeling like some kind of gross pervert? He wondered, gripping himself firmly but not stroking. Am I… bigger than normal? Like all guys, he’d measured his dick once, but after learning his length was just about exactly average, he’d lost interest, and it had never occurred to him to check again. Today he felt positively enormous, and even his balls felt heavily-laden, still filled with that pent-up ache he’d been stifling all night. Absolutely fucking disgusting, he imagined Chloe’s voice. “What am I even doing,” Brian muttered to himself, and dropped his hand to his side, disappointed with himself. With a sigh he closed his eyes and simply let the steaming water batter down upon him. The past twenty-four hours had been a whirlwind of conflicting emotions and experiences. What am I going to do about Chloe? Brian wondered, frowning. Maybe we do need to talk, whether there’s any real resolution there or not. Chloe had been his second serious relationship, and his first time living with anyone since escaping his household at eighteen. Besides Emily, Chloe had been the only one he’d ever tried actually opening up to about domestic violence or being abused. With her interest in personal rights and social activism, it had in fact been one of the early rapports of their relationship. When she’d entered into the social justice paradigm and started defining him as a privileged male , seeing him in a new, strangely biased light… it had hurt. She should know me better than anyone else in the world, Brian sighed. On the one hand, maybe her judgement really did get skewed with all the gender politics stuff, but on the other hand, if I can’t trust her judgement of me, then who can I trust? His friends Mike and Will had joked Big Tits that he was pussy-whipped, that too long under Chloe’s thumb was turning him into a beaten man, but Brian didn’t care about that. He’d have proudly become her doormat if that’s what it took to really win her back, to demonstrate to her that he was nothing like other men—like the men she despised. But nothing seemed to help. There was something within him she seemed to see that inspired her distrust and loathing, some hidden aspect of misogyny ingrained in him that he couldn’t pinpoint and excise from himself no matter how much he deliberated. Every conversation seemed to devolve into an argument, no matter how carefully he chose his words. Yeah, of course she wants to talk now. Brian’s way of dealing with his problems was to give them time and patience, allow his wounds to heal. It should come as no surprise that Chloe had her own baggage to sort out in the aftermath ebony of a breakup, and would want to do so in the way she knew best—by taking it out on him. Really don’t know if I can handle Chloe venting on me right now, though, Brian thought bleakly. He didn’t want all the bitter frustrations with her he’d been shoving down and bottling up to explode out, because they’d been repressed for far too long, and they were bound to be pretty ugly. A lot of feelings and moments down there he didn’t ever want dredged back up or articulated into words. Too many things that I don’t ever want to say in a heated argument, words I’d regret, things I’d never be able to take back. So other groups ended up sitting in the other seats, leaving the end seat just for us. “I hope so, I like you Alex. Mala let out a deep moan. Jonathan rose to hug all of us which, I assumed, told the snobby Maitre d’ how things were with us. I felt her eyes scrutinize every bit of me. I felt so exposed, so vulnerable. Brandon turn her over and start to fuck her missionary. Yes, I have fucked every one of them, some more than others, and I've enjoyed all of it, some things more than others." I was wearing a very short jean-skirt and a thong so I didn’t need to take anything off, just push it aside. She moaned louder, fighting against the urge to pull away from him, wanting him to claim every part of her for his own depraved desires. "Hey, aren't you forgetting something?" "I cant wait any longer" and she comes into the bathroom. Was she a person? I Big Tits want to go to sleep." She unhooked her bra. “Perfect,” Charlie grinned. Oh, Henry, a third orgasm!” “And now the panties,” she said, her hands sliding up my thighs, just a light graze. There wasn't much room for the two of them. I will sell your Activa in thief market.” I was about to say something but he said first, “If you are feeling tired, then recline on the grass, I will fuck you ebony missionary pose.” More stories soon to cum! Her wonderful pussy swells up and she gets a rash inside of her.