I sent two texts on morning of the 25th.
“Hi
Ted. I met an old flame last night and gave him a blowjob on the way home. I
shall be wearing your present on Thursday night when he fucks me”.
And.
“Hi Simon.
Do you want to fuck me when I’m wearing these lovely new stockings?”
My phone beeped repeatedly for the rest of the day as I
received endless horny replies from both guys and by the time I went to bed, I
read through a marathon of filth and fingered myself until I passed out
exhausted.
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