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Tiny Dancer

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I'm gonna marry her.
Something was very wrong. I fantasized about her for years, yet there she was sitting next to me. She was physically flawless. 105 pounds, tight, taut, skinny, with perfect hips and large breasts for her frame that defied explanation. This couldn't be real. She was being very cool towards me. Unimpressed. This was gonna take some work. She was shy, playful. She crooked her head in my shoulder and refused to look at me. 'You can't cum,' she teased me. 'I don't want it on my hands!' Was she serious? I grabbed a condom and put it on. She teased me further. She looked captivated. She made no mention of cumming. I think she would have done it gladly for hours. Eventually I couldn't hold back anymore, I arched my back and groaned her name. I was totally spent. She cuddled closer. I would be happy here with her name. I was totally spent. She cuddled closer. I would be happy here with her forever. After a few minutes rest I started in on her again. She happily complied. I tried to slide her shorts off, but she demurred. She made me cum again and again, each time sans condom...she urged me on telling me she loved me. Finally she was perfectly lithe before me, her ass high in the air, she teased me, feral, playful, a goddess. Her shorts dug perfectly into her mons, I could see her vagina playful, a goddess. Her shorts dug perfectly into her mons, I could see her vagina clearly. It was making me insane. I ground against her, slowly, sensually, then grabbed her hips hard. She responded, a slightly gasping and pushing against me. I needed to make love to her. I wanted to see her clench in orgasm, beneath me. I love her. It wasn't to be. There's always next time

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