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I loved my woman dearly, but couldn't resist that other firm, chiseled ass that I had waxed about a month ago. I reasoned that I wasn't married and no one would ever have to know. I never thought in a million years that I'd get addicted to the tight virgin-like tigress.
Destiny and I never talked much at all, but we were definitely sexually harmonized. The last few times we met, it was pure sexual gratification. We shouted and proclaimed our lust for each other as we humped and bumped to identical beats. The last rendezvous left me tired and shiftless. I thought I broke a blood vessel as she rode me like a stallion on a cool fall day.
Destiny's nails dug deep into my skin, giving me such a miraculous feeling that I snatched the condom off in order for our bare skin to finally meet. I couldn't restrain my natural reflexes against her gyrating hips.
I had to confess my infidelity to Samantha or fix the shattered window of pain I had broken. The only way was to convince Destiny to abort the unwanted child. Part of me was in a state of denial. I'd hoped to wake up from a nightmare or for Destiny to call me and say it was a false alarm. If she was mistken about her pregnancy, I vowed to never lay another hand on her irresistable body of desire.
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