Tales of a gay cum slut

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As I get to the top of the stairs I can feel his hand wrap around my ankle. “ yes I am!” Jeff starts to chase after me as I run up the stairs. “ No! No you are not!” I quicken my steps to the stairs as he comes after me. “ I’m going upstairs to take a bath!” Jeff’s looks at me with a fire in his eyes. I’m going to get pregnant!” I say with a huff as I start to walk away. He whispers in my ear…” Cause then all my cum wouldn’t stay inside you”. Small little kisses tease my neck and shoulders. “ oh no? why is that.” He wraps his arms around my waist as I wash the cups at the sink. “ hmm not much probably will read a book and maybe take a bubble bath.” “ Now I can’t have you doing that!” He says sternly. As I gather our coffee cups up and walk to the kitchen Jeff follows me. I pull away from Jeff and wrap my silky robe around me. His beard tickles my nose as my lips ache for his passionate kisses. I wrap my arms around him tighter and lean up to kiss him. Jeff slides his fingers out of my pussy and grabs a hold of my ass. The rest of me is in a panic that I’ll get pregnant. A part of me feels like a dirty cum whore who’s loving every squirt. Somewhere in the back of my head I keep telling my self “Tell him to pull out”. Being in Jeff’s arms and feeling his fingers inside me was amazing.

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