My girlfriend and I have been together for a about a year now, which is way longer than any other relationship I’ve had. I guess I love her, but I have no intention of marrying her. I’m way too young for that. We get on great, and the sex has been fantastic, so I’m just enjoying myself. Debbie’s not the sort of girl I usually go for. She’s classy. The truth is, I’m punching way above my dildo weight and I know it, so I’m just having fun while it lasts, which I can’t believe will be forever. I usually go for the dirty, slutty types, who will do absolutely anything, and once we have, I move on to the next one. This one, though; she’s fun. She’s a keeper. For now, at least. But she’s not slutty at all, and not as adventurous, and just recently the sex had begun to lose its shine. I wanted to wake up her inner slut. Surely all women have a slutty side to them at some level, don’t they? Men are complete sluts, so why not? Debbie’s a real stunner; beautiful face, long blonde hair, and awesome boobs, with a skinny waist, a tight curvy ass, and legs that go on forever. She’s perfectly proportioned, and loves to go out wearing low-cut, short, figure-hugging dresses that really show off her fantastic figure, but in a really classy way. I work shifts, so I’m not always japanese free to go out on a weekend. When that happens, she goes out with her mates, instead. For fun, I suggested that on those nights, she could come home and pretend she had been shagging about, turning me on with her made-up naughty antics. We tried it a few times, and she wasn’t bad at making up stories, but not brilliant, either. I encouraged her to be more imaginative, and really push the boat out. I wanted her to get extreme. She was a little disappointed that she wasn’t pleasing me as much as I wanted and promised she would break out Fingering of her shell. She vowed to find her inner slut and blow my mind. The following weekend, I was working late and didn’t get home until after midnight. I was tired, so I showered and went to bed. She had gone out, and had sent me a selfie earlier, looking an absolute knock-out in a short, white, skin-tight dress and ridiculously high heels. The message she had sent with it read “Cud I get lucky tonite? x”. I had texted back: “How cud u not? “Right everyone, Lolita is now ready; you know the limits so japanese who would like to get that dress off her?” That light in his eyes, the tar-black hair. “Take a number.” came the bitter, low, gravelly dildo voice of her father. Things are different.” Saying. Get your shit together and get the hell out of here.” "You can't keep me in for not undressing, sir." Without warning, Hermione feels her legs being spread further apart, and her body Fingering being pulled up a little from the desk. “We’re… really going to do this, aren’t we…” I place my hands on her thighs slowly moving them back towards her ass, surprised at how firm her bubble butt is, she begins to slowly start moving up and down my cock, I know I won’t last long as I’ve never been inside such a tight pussy There was no one else there so I didn’t care about anything. She did not stop until I had finished and my dick went limp.Even then I had to stop her "well" I said whatcha think".