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“Good morning!” she said, blue eyes beaming.

She was already in a new bra and underwear, and she appeared to have washed up from the night before which was weird because I didn’t hear her get up this morning.

“My turn!” she said playfully, excited to get started on her day of payback. We agreed that Saturday I would be in control, and Sunday she would take over. She wasn’t wasting any time.

She tied my wrists tightly to the head of the bed and tied my ankles similarly to how I tied hers the night before. She left my boxers on though, much to my displeasure. She stood above me in her gorgeous new thong and a really sexy strapless bra. I loved when she stood above me, I usually get to feel her strong sexy legs (years of horseback riding will yield some great results) but I was not awarded that luxury this morning. She squatted above my head, her petite body over me, flexing her leg muscles and putting her pussy closer to my face. I started to bring my head up to taste her thong but she pushed my head down before I got even close.

“Not a chance,” she said smiling. “You have to earn it.”

She got off the bed and found her vibrator. She got back on and kneeled down above my face. With her underwear still on, she started to massage her pussy over her thong with the vibrator. She turned it on to the first speed and rubbed it up and down, moaning and enjoying my whining facial expression. Last night I had her however I wanted, and now I could only watch her thong begin to get wet as she rubbed her vibrator up and down her pussy. She leaned back and brought her hand behind her back on my chest, putting all her weight there so she could lean back directly over my nose and mouth and continue massaging herself. She had this mischievous grin on her face, and my boxers were strangling my rock solid dick.

I watched as her thong got wetter and wetter and her moans got louder and louder. I tried a few times to get a taste of her sweet pussy but she quickly turned her body and pushed my head down with her knee. I was getting desperate, she didn’t even have her underwear off yet. She was close enough so I could see her wet thong, but not quite close enough to smell.

When I went to taste her pussy a few times I got close enough to smell it, and all it did was make my dick throb harder.

“Can I please taste your pussy?”

“Nope,” she said, getting off me and standing up. “I might let you smell my thong though.”

At least we were getting somewhere.

“But you have to beg me for it,” she said. If I had to beg to smell her thong, I couldn’t imagine what I would have to be doing later.

“Can I please smell your thong? Just for a second?” I begged.

She slowly ran her hands around the waist of her thong, as if considering my request. Then she slowly pulled her thong down, revealing a soaking wet and swollen pussy and a beautiful mound of dark pubic hair. Contrasted against her pale skin, this drove me crazy. She lowered her thong down to her knees and then stepped out of them. She knelt down over my chest. I watched in anticipation for that wet pussy to hit my chest, but she noticed what I wanted and kept her hips up. She smiled at my whining face.

“What is it that you want again?” holding the wet thong in her hands.

“Can I please smell your thong?” I begged, just hoping to smell that gorgeous pussy.

She held it in front of my face for a second, holding it by the waist so the entire thong was displayed. She took the part that was wet from her pussy and holding my head down with one hand put the thong to my nose. It smelled amazing. I took it for granted the previous night. I was allowed to do whatever I wanted with her pussy, let alone smell it, and now this small thing was driving me crazy.

She pulled it away far before I would have liked.

“Can I please taste your pussy now?” I hoped.

“Nope.”

“Please? I’ll give you amazing head and fuck your pussy with my tongue.”

“I can get that whenever I want.”

“Please? I’ll do anything -“ at that moment, smiling at my begging, she took her underwear and shoved it in my mouth, clearly
done listening to my impatient requests. It tasted and smelled amazing. She got up and grabbed her vibrator again, ready to pleasure herself right in front of my face for me to watch. She started slowly and deliberately. But soon she was on the highest speed, moaning loudly and grabbing a fistful of my hair. I could feel the pre cum coming down my dick, still strangled in my boxers on the other side of the bed.

When she was done teasing me with her gorgeous pussy, she untied me and moved me towards the edge of the bed. My head was at the very edge of the bed, the top of my head slightly off the bed so it was tiled upward. She tied my hands behind my back and my legs wide to other things in the room so that I couldn’t squirm too much. Her deliberate tying of my legs so they were wide and tightly stretched out gave me cause to think she was going to be doing some of her own genital abusing this morning.

When she was done, she stood behind me so I was looking up at her backwards. She slowly climbed over me, making sure to keep her distance to I couldn’t get a lick of her still wet pussy, and was on all fours over me, giving me a perfect view of her pussy and ass. I was really turned on by her ass and asshole, and she was certainly exploiting that by giving me a full wide view. She pulled down my boxers a little, enough so my dick could finally breathe. She was careful not to touch it though.

She grabbed some lube she had placed on the bed and opened it. She slowly dripped lube onto my throbbing cock, taking a good minute to go drip by drip - letting it slide all the way down my dick to the base. When she was done with the lube, she shut it and dropped it next to her. I got excited as she was finally going to touch my cock and rub in the lube. But she didn’t. She left the drips of lube there and climbed back off of me.

She stood behind me again so I was looking up at her backwards. Her dark hair hung above me, both sides creating a line to her beautiful blue eyes and cute nose. She was smirking.

“Do you want to lick my pussy?” she asked, getting closer to my head and taking her thong out of my mouth.

I realized why she had put me in the position she did. All she had to do was step forward and lean into the bed, and my mouth was positioned perfectly for her pleasure.

“Yes, please let me lick your pussy.” I begged opening my mouth.

“Maybe in a second.” She said, making me wait even longer. “You have to promise me something though. You have to promise me you’re not going to come this morning. And you have to tell me if you’re getting close.”

Although a bit concerned about all the lube she dripped over my cock, it was only fair after making her wait so long last night.

“Okay,” I said tentatively.

“If you come this morning I’ll make you wish you hadn’t.” She said as a final warning, smiling mischievously.

She started fingering herself right over my face, spreading her lips wide. She took two of her fingers and shoved them in my mouth, letting me finally taste the wetness and strong smell of her pussy.

Finally, she stepped towards my head, opening up her legs so that my head and face was wedged between her two thighs. She spread them even more and lowered her pussy onto my mouth, letting out a loud moan as my open and inviting mouth met her wet and swollen vulva. After waiting a better part of an hour she finally let me pleasure her. My mouth was positioned perfectly on her pussy and my face was right in her ass. She reached around her back and pulled my head up closer to her mouth and ass, pressing my mouth and open mouth and face against it all and moaning loudly as I licked her clit and fucked her pussy with my tongue. With her other hand, she pulled my jaw down.

“Keep your head still and your mouth open. Stick out your tongue.”

I obeyed.

Holding my head close and my mouth open, she grinded her pussy up and down my mouth and face, moaning loudly. She quickened her pace, enjoying the pleasure and power of fucking my mouth. At this point, I was dripping with precum. So when she started to lean forward and reach for my cock, I had to remember my promise.

She started at the base, very lightly pulling up some of the lube that had dripped down my dick. She continued lightly playing with my cock, which was torture after how rock solid I had been all morning. Unexpectedly, she grabbed and squeezed my balls, causing me to moan loudly – the vibrations of my voice clearly to her pleasure. She continued roughly playing with my balls, enjoying the feeling that the noises of pleasure/pain my mouth were making on her pussy and ass.

She started massaging my dick a lot harder and rougher. As if she was trying to squeeze my come out of it. It felt so good, I licked harder and faster. She quickened her pace too, and it was not long before I was close to coming. With a mouth full of her pussy, I tried to tell I was going to come. She got the message, and let go entirely.

She waited a second, and then she slapped my balls hard. I let out a moan, it hurt enough to force me not to come but it felt amazing to be in her full control.

She let go of my dick for a while, standing back up straight. She pulled my head up closer to her pussy and opened my mouth with her other hand. She fucked my mouth again, this time gyrating harder and longer. Starting at her pubic hair above her pussy and going all the way to her ass.

She let go of my head and leaned across my body again, roughly grabbing my dick and pumping it hard. This time, she cupped my balls gently and increased her squeeze until I was ready to burst. Again, I tried to tell her I was about to come, and she got the message, letting go completely of my cock and balls, only to come back a few seconds later and pump the sensitive tip of my cock roughly, causing me to again moan in mixed pain and pleasures. I could feel the cum in my dick, ready to explode, and I didn’t know how much longer I could take any more of this.

She leaned back again, this time for longer. She held my head still and fucked my mouth yet again. Starting with my mouth in her pubic air, and ending on her ass. She took her time, moaning loudly after each stroke. Finally, she came forward again and grabbed my cock. She started pumping it harder and quicker than before, cupping my balls tightly. It took me under 10 seconds before I couldn’t take it anymore, I tried to tell her I was coming again but she just clenched her thighs and didn’t let me speak. As I moaned into her pussy and tried to breathe and she continued pumping until I finally exploded, shooting up in the air. She quickly let go of my cock and squeezed my balls tightly, causing me to moan in the most pleasurable and painful orgasm I’ve ever had. My dick was left pulsating itself while she watched squeezing my balls.

She opened her legs to look at me, finally letting me breathe.

“You promised me you wouldn’t!” She said, playfully annoyed.

“You made me!” I said, “and you wouldn’t let me tell you I was close.”

She stepped closer again, clearly not interested in my explanation.

“That’s fine,” she said, “You can come all you want. I’ll just get it all out of you now so it’s not a problem the rest of the day.”

I knew where this was going, it always seems fun before you come but once it starts happening the sensation is too much.

She started pumping my cum covered cock yet again, causing me to exhale quickly and moan in pain. She grabbed my sensitive balls and played with them roughly. She was right, I was beginning to regret coming, not that she hadn’t planned for this all along. She continued pumping my sensitive cock and I groaned. As I moaned and tried to tell her to stop she lowered her pussy, enjoying the vibrations from my loud noises.

“Do you want me to stop?” she asked quietly.

“Yes!” I said muffled by her pussy.

“I’ll stop after you make me come,” she said.

I worked ferociously at her pussy, licking her clit as quickly and strongly as I could. As I worked harder and harder, I noticed she was being gentler and gentler with my cock. I paused to swallow, and she looked down to see what was wrong. After realizing I was just taking a break, she lowered her pussy again. She squeezed hard at the base of my half-hard dick and slowly pulled her way to the top, pulling at the sensitive tip, causing me to moan louder than ever, pulling at the restraints that kept me from putting my legs together.

After feeling like I was sufficiently punished for coming without her consent, she used both hands to pull my head and open mouth close to her pussy and ass, making it easier for me to lick faster and deeper. She started moaning loudly, and I could tell her arms were getting weak from the lack of pressure pulling me to her pussy.

“I’m gonna come!” She yelled, echoing through the empty house.

I lapped at her clit and used all the energy I had left to finish her the best I could. She shook and writhed, falling forward onto me as I continued to give her the longest orgasm I could. Her wetness filled my face. I could feel her legs close in on my head and the muscles in her thighs spasming like crazy. This went on for a full 20 seconds before she fell forward weakly onto my stomach, moving her pussy out of reach of my mouth. I lay there for a few minutes, her pussy and ass inches from my face, as I watched her pussy contract.

She got off and untied me, letting me sit up.

“That was awesome.” I said, looking down at my tired and agitated dick.

“We’re just getting started.” She said smiling and giving me a hug.

“Want to make me breakfast?” she asked, putting on some underwear and a shirt. “You don’t need any clothes.” She said, pushing my hand away as I reached for my boxers.

To be continued?

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Every day on the way out to my office in Saddar, I past Sana Haq.We lived in the same apartment building and were neighbors, my flat was above hers. I have to say that the 5ft 3inch Chokri (babe) gave me a hard on whenever I saw her. Her well tailored shalwar Kamiz was in the height of Desi fashion. (Short, sleeveless Kamiz and shalwar stopping teasingly just above her very nicely shaped ankles)She had shoulder length black hair, slightly frizzy (jungle-bhal like this, is my favorite) a round...

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Sunday Morning

For a tantalizing second it hung, suspended by the tiniest thread, a perfect teardrop, before dropping, glistening orange-amber in the morning sun. Just a second later, it splashed against tanned skin, rivulets spreading over the dark brown of a hardening nipple. I giggled and lunged forward, sucking the piece of mango out of your fingers. It was Sunday morning. Sunlight streamed through the windows and across the bed. Sunday papers were spread out amongst the rumpled sheets and our naked...

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Sunday Family Dinner

It was a normal sunday me and my whole family went to church for our regular family get together. And as always we meet at my grandparents house for dinner. This Sunday was extra special. I was sitting the pew with my family when my aunt Andrea walked in. She looked so stunningly beautiful and sexy as always. She had on a black dress and pressed tightly against her 36d tits, she was 46 yrs old and could make me horny as hell. The dress was cut pretty high, that i could almost see her cunt hair....

Incest
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Sundays with Sultana Sharmila

The following is a true account written by a friend of mine in Calcutta. Read it and enjoy. In a few earlier narratives I have described a couple of erotic sessions with my former girlfriend Roma. Today, I shall describe some extremely satisfying sexual sessions with my present girlfriend Sharmila. Sharmila, 37, a probashi divorcee from New Delhi, is a management executive working for a National News Channel and she is currently on a three year assignment in its Kolkata office. We met first at...

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Sunday Lunch 2nd Part

We lay back for a while ,all four of us on the bed ,happy and content though Keiths cock was still hard and ready for more . It was decided that the three of us would bend over for keith in a line on the the bed .Pam was first ,then me and last but not least ,Carol .Keith knelt behind Pam first ,lifting her sexy silky slip up and using his clever tongue and fingers pleasured Pam .Then it was my turn ,Keith hitched up my dress and his tongue went straight up my bottom hole .His fingers pulling...

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Historia 8 La Cita 2 Parte

Después de lo que había pasado en el hotel aquel, no podía quitarme de la cabeza lo ocurrido.Antes de salir de la habitación me había dado un pequeño papel con la dirección de su trabajo y el número de teléfono.Había pasado ya casi un mes cuando encontré esa nota guardada en mi cajón entre mi ropa anterior, la saque y no pude evitar sentir que mi respiración se agito recordando de nuevo aquella verga en mis labios entrando y saliendo, sus venas marcadas.Cargue la nota entre mis libros unos días...

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Compartments

Ships, particularly warships, have watertight compartments to stop internal flooding from torpedoes, bombs, or other hull damage to the ship. Sailors slam the heavy steel doors (hatches) shut and seal them tight, also known as dogging the hatches. This keeps the ship afloat during times of crisis.Military people, particularly those who have seen combat, also have compartments. When you’re flying off of your leader’s wing (who is also your best friend) and he gets blown out of the sky and you...

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Compartments

(C) Mojavejoe420 2020 Ships, particularly warships, have watertight compartments to stop internal flooding from torpedoes, bombs, or other hull damage to the ship. Sailors slam the heavy steel doors (hatches) shut and seal them tight, also known as dogging the hatches. This keeps the ship afloat during times of crisis. Military people, particularly those who have seen combat, also have compartments. When you’re flying off of your leader’s wing (who is also your best friend) and he gets...

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Sundays Tonic

Sundays afternoons are always twinged with twilight. The setting of the weekend, drawing long shadows of an impending Monday. As days of the week go it’s my least favourite, reminding me of my own middling years, overwhelmed by the dawning considerations of old age. These are symptoms that need self medicating, a gloom only cured by a specific light. My prescribed treatment? The pursuit of sexual gratification, willing or otherwise. To humiliate others distracts from my own inadequacies and...

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Sunday Love SongsChapter 2

Now here I was years later listening to a Sunday morning sloppy 'lurve' programme, which was telling me she wanted to contact me again. I was not in a relationship, though I had a couple of girlfriends who were friends-with-benefits. They felt it was too early for them to be committed long term to anyone. Beth and Julie were good friends and each knew the other was sleeping with me, and I was happy as I was, who wouldn't be? I wondered what good it would do to see Nicola. Why did she...

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Sunday Morning Pt 04

It was Sunday morning and Abbie was out for her morning swim. The dinner with David’s parent’s had been Thursday evening followed by a date with David on Friday night. That date was an eventful one for both. They’d gone to the local place on their side of the lake instead of the fancier restaurant with the walking path. They sat opposite the other eating their burgers and fries talking about college and the soon to start academic year. ‘The swim team meets for first work outs in ten days. I’d...

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Sunday Afternoon Alone in the Dunes

Sunday afternoon alone in the dunes, well we thought we were. It’s your worst nightmare, that gushing feeling when you suddenly realize that you have been caught in a comprising situation. It had been one of those typical family visits to the relatives, the type of visit which had become routine, with everyone being polite, interjected with moments that were actually enjoyable, such as the trip to the beach after Sunday lunch. As there were quite a few of us, we had to leave in three...

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sunday morning and the carrot

Introduction: me and my flat mate Me and my flat mate 1- Sunday morning and the carrot. She is really cute. So thin, so blonde. With her athletic body and two little tits, always going around the house wearing just a thong. I am a 36 years old woman, and first days I didnt like this 22 years old waitress, but I need to share my flat bills! She moved here a week ago and this morning she is so happy cause its Sunday and she doesnt work. However, she woke up early as always. I guess she likes I...

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Sunday Morning

Sunday Morning Sunday morning. Didn’t want to get out of bed, but I knew I had to. I worked night shift last night and my head ached. Pretty sure I would have to work my second job today. Night shift at the mill, and part-time at a salon, of all things. But work was work, and I needed the money bad. Owed a lot of money, plus trying to get my little brother through school. Phone rang at 10:30. Caller ID said it John, the salon owner. I answered. John told me come in at 12:30. I have a customer...

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Sunday Drive

Sunday Drive Richard and I were on a Sunday drive, not really going nowhere. I’m not a mac’d’s fan at all So when Richard said hey mom my treat as he pulled in the drive thru I laughed and said so you think your mom’s a cheap date huh? He laughed at that and said no, there’s nothing cheap about you mom. I said then splurge away and we both laughed over that little joke. I was looking at his profile and could see a lot of me in his face and I went to myself thank god he didn’t gets his sperm...

2 years ago
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Sunday Afternoon

On Monday I bet my boyfriend John that if my football team lost on Sunday I would be his sex slave for the day. And if my team won ,I could do the same. We teased each other mercilessly all week long on what we were going to make the other do. Now what he wanted to do more than anything was to tie me up and fuck me. If he said that once he said it a hundred times that week. The thought scared me a little but at the same time turned me on. Everyday I would hear “ Come Sunday I am going to tie...

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Sunday Morning Going Down

Hi, I’m Sylvia; but my friends call me Syl. This past September my husband Ron’s birthday fell on a Sunday. I wanted to make the day especially memorable for him because it was his first birthday as a Daddy, since our baby had been born six months earlier. After giving birth, my libido had first subsided, but then returned more intensely than ever before. As usual, we prepared to go to church on Sunday morning. I purposely dilly-dallied though, causing us to be a little bit late. Ron urged me...

Quickie Sex
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Sunday Fun Day

We had just had a fun night at a swingers' party on Saturday night and I woke up happy and relaxed. I didn't think the weekend could get any better. I rose and went out to the kitchen and called my man’s name. I failed to get a response. There was a note lying on the kitchen table telling me his friend had free Patriot tickets. He'd left me at home alone with his son. I wasn't satisfied with just sitting home for my Sunday afternoon. After taking a shower and having coffee, I was bored. I went...

Cheating
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Sunday Morning

Sunday Morning Sunday morning. Didn't want to get out of bed, but I knew I had to. I worked night shift last night and my head ached. Pretty sure I would have to work my second job today. Night shift at the mill, and part-time at a salon, of all things. But work was work, and I needed the money bad. Owed a lot of money, plus trying to get my little brother through school. Phone rang at 10:30. Caller ID said it John, the salon owner. I answered. John told me come in at 12:30. I have a customer...

Reluctance
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Sunday Dinner

Luann Dubicki rushed inside the house from the biting cold outside. She had just returned from mass and soon her family would be joining her for the weekly Sunday dinner. She became a widow after her husband, Bob, was killed in a car wreck a few years prior. The thought to remarry never crossed the mind of the registered nurse. She just poured everything she had into her five c***dren. She checked on the pot roast. It looked good and smelled even better. The graying blond washed her hands and...

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Sunday night football

Sunday night football.My wife went out with her co-workers to a bar to watch the game last Sunday night. She said I would probably need to pick her up since she had a bad day and was goi g to get hammered (I was called into work and was getting out after the game was over). We texted each other and she kept me up on the score. I didn’t hear much from her the fourth quarter, figured she was drunk and doing shots. I got out and I asked if she needed me to pick her up....no reply. I swung by the...

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Sunday driver

It was a lazy Sunday afternoon, not unlike most I suppose. It was getting a little late in the day, and I was starting to think about getting ready for the week ahead. Outside the rain had been falling off and on throughout the day, and the air smelled sweet like it does after a good rain. Fall was definitely in the air. I was staring out the window, lost in my own thoughts about what the week would bring, when he said, “let’s go for a drive.” I lept at the chance to have something to do, not...

4 years ago
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Sunday Sex

It all started a Sunday morning. I had been horny this past week and havent really been able to find a proper friend with benefits till I got a email Sunday morning. A local guy was looking for a cuddle buddy and had invited me over for the afternoon and evening. We talked a bit in the morning and set a time of 2pm to meet. He is an a****l lover, 3 cats and a very energetic personable pup. He was about 5'10 British, in great shape quite fit, body covered with an eclectic array of tattoos and...

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Sunday League 0 Slutwife lost count

Last year we visited an old friend of mine, we went to school together. As we grew up we up we went drinking together and played Sunday League Football for the same team. Eventually, as you find, our lives had moved apart as we had families and jobs but we always kept in touch. We'd met up sometimes and our wives got on well too so when they he invited me to watch our old team we looked forward to having a few drinks and catching up over old times.Then next day his wife had a bit of an...

4 years ago
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Sunday morning with Brad

It was close to 4 am Sunday morning, Brad turned over and pulled me to him. I was on my left side as Brad snuggled me close to him. His penis was rock hard and throbbing. I moaned softly as Brad pinched my nipples and whispered 'I like tight ass in the morning, relax, you're going to have a ruff morning.' Than I remembered what he had said last night '...some of my friends are coming over in the morning...' Before I could say anything Brad slipped his hand between us and guided his rock hard...

1 year ago
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Sunday mass

It was a warm Sunday morning and I set off for church with my parents, everything was as normal , the usual meet and great before mass with the neighbours when suddenly I spot this vision of beauty across the car park!!Dressed all in white a goddess of unrivalled beauty, long blond hair red bag and red matching shoes, who was this girl where did she come from .? I was transfixed by this new stranger in my mists I needed to get closer hoping to find out more. I told my parents I needed to talk...

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