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| “Good. Pick up your pants and throw them into the car. Behind the passenger seat.” I squatted and picked up my pants, socks, and shoes and pushed them behind me into the car. And I did it with Lara keeping her very firm grip on me. She leaned me back against the car once again and said “Now , let’s see this cock of yours.” She squatted down and looked at it closely. “It’s not very big.” “Well, given the circumstances…” She barked out a pleased “Ha-ha,” and smiled up at me. “Good point.” She kept a firm grip on me with her right hand, and with her left hand she stretched and twisted my cock, looking at it from every angle. She squeezed the head between her thumb and middle finger, pinching the pee hole open so she could look inside. “It looks clean,” she said. She put her nose flush against the head and loudly sniffed at the slit. Then she pushed the tip of her little finger into the hole and when she removed it, the tip of her finger glistened asian girl in bikini the streetlight. She sniffed at it and then touched it the tip of her tongue. Finally, she combed through my pubic hair, examining me all the way down to my skin. | ||
| She looked up at me, gently pulling at my balls with one hand and massaging the head of my cock asian girl in bikini the other. “Wallflower, how big does this get? And tell me the truth.” “A little over six.” “How thick?” Those blue eyes of hers didn’t blink once. I shrugged. “A couple women said it’s a bit thicker than average.” “ ‘A couple’? How many women have you been with?” “Three.” Her eyebrows shot upwards. “How old are you?” “Thirty-two.” Her right hand tightened slightly—I think unconsciously—and she tilted her head slightly and began chewing the inside of her cheek once more. She stood up and again pulled me down by my balls so that we were nose-to-nose. She stared into my eyes, I guess looking for some sign that I was lying. Again I smelled her fresh-water scented perfume. She relaxed her grip. “I believe you, wallflower. Now , listen to me. You’re going to spend the night in my bed. You’re going to submit to whatever I want from you—or take from you—sexually. Deny me anything and you’re out the door. And tomorrow morning, both of us are going to go our separate ways with enough memories to fuel a couple years of masturbation. Is that acceptable to you?” | ||
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