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New Life in Rianate 6

Date: 1/20/2015, Categories: Fiction, Blowjob, Cum Swallowing, Male/Teen Female, Oral Sex, Romance, School, Spanking, Written by women, Author: Lustful11, Rating: 75, Source: sexstories.com

don’t be shootin’ shit at me.” We shared a death stare before I said, “Please, I’ve fought guys before. Definitely not you, but I think I can manage.” I smiled when he sneered. “Eris? Fight someone? Who?” I jumped on Dallas, rolling him onto his stomach and locking around his back. He sat up, reached back and flipped me over his head and onto the mattress. He pinned me down, putting his knees by my sides and holding my hands over my head. “Yeah,” Dallas said, “you’ve fought guys, but not me. And look who’s pinned down.” I knew what would distract him so I made a groan. “Ugh, Harley’s back. He flew in the window.” I pointed to the west wall and Dallas looked back. I rolled him onto his back, sitting on his chest then looking down at him. “Yeah,” I mocked, “you’ve fought girls, but not me. And look who’s pinned down.” “And look who’s about to be pinned down,” he muttered. “That doesn’t—whoa!” Dallas roughly forced me onto my back, tossed me back on the gazillions of pillows and threw the sheet over me. The comforter was down by our feet, but this sheet was making me hot. “Dallas! Which way is out? I can’t see!” I giggled, scurrying around around the dark cover. “Uh, to your… left…” Dallas said. I went left, that was the headboard. “Ow!” “Not your left, my left, you ass.” “Oh.” I went the other way and could stick my hand out. I freed myself, breathing in the oh-so sweet fresh air. “I was dying under there,” I smiled. Dallas rolled his eyes. “Lay down, I have to shower.” “Why ... can’t that wait? We’ll be dirty anyway.” I grabbed him by his shirt, but Dallas seized my wrist. “Eris, you know we both have to get up in the morning, and, I smell like boy.” To me, Dallas always smelt yummy, but, he did smell like outside. I knew he’d been practicing. “Okay,” I dropped my arms loose at my sides. As Dallas crawled out of bed and headed for the bathroom, I just had to call out, “You have a cute butt!" “What the fuck?!” he yelled. I giggled, flopped back on the pillows, and cuddled up under the mountain of sheets and comforter. Dallas had a California King, which made me feel small and secure in his strong arms. The warm sheets were making my eyes heavy-lidded, but that all went away when I heard the bathroom door open, and Dallas shut out the light. I turned my head to watch Dallas dress. When he glanced up, I went back in position and pretended to be sleeping, but I had one eye open. Dear lord… he was coming to bed in just black boxers—and those worked magic on women. It made me wanna jump up and devour his dick, but I laid still as Dallas climbed into bed. The small “merr” of his iPhone being hooked on the charger signaled he was really getting to bed. Dallas gently reached around me, grabbed the remote and cut off the UFC fight. He let out what I like to call the “guy going to bed sigh” then laid on his back. After four minutes of still, silent darkness(but I could still see) I shifted my legs back so I could fuck with him. Down below, I was running my foot ...