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I’m 5′ and 160 lb, my husband Jake has tried to convince me men love pair shaped short girls. He had me flash my small round t1ts on I5 from Redding Ca to Seattle. It made me confident and h0rny. We were playing pool in the back room of a bar my cousins always visit. Jake told my 3 cousins why we had truckers and big pickups following us for miles, he lifted my tee shirt from behind and asked me to show them the goodies. I was pretty buzzed and pulled my bra down where n1pples showed then pulled away from Jake. They were so complimentary I let the feel my a** and t1ts seeing it was turning Jake on. They would work the fingers in my cutoffs at first on my a** but worked their way around to the front the drunker I got. The barmaid brought drinks and hung around to see how far I was going to let them touch me. She asked Jake if she was going have to 86 us or take us to her apartment. It was close to closing when Jake pulled my cutoffs down to show them how beautiful mypu ss is. The barmaid led us out and over to her townhouse where her husband was sleeping. She took of her clothes, kissed me a deep sensual kiss and felt me. I had never been touched by a girl, I let her undress me and s*** my Cl1t while f******** me. Jake took her away from me to let my cousins do me on the coffee table. I was taking it from the second one when I saw Jakes big c0ck go inside her. My youngest cousin was having a hard time getting it up so she sat on his face while I sucked him up so hard he was bigger than Jake so I got on top of him and took my third load. Jake finished inside of me, I felt proud, I am a s***. As the guys were going to sleep on the floor on the couch and Jake in a recliner she took me upstairs to meet her sleeping giant husband. He was so huge and intimidating I tried to leave . She assured me he was big but not so hard that it would hurt me. I had only had two 0rgasms and one was in the bar. I needed to C0me again so I got on top, with all the c0me inside me I was well lubed, she pulled my lips apart as I forced it inside me. She was right it didn’t hurt but I’ve never felt so full I couldn’t take another fraction of an inch when I finally had him fully inside of me. I 0rgsamed twice on his c0ck before he shoot his load inside of me, I heard her snoring and birds chirping when I got off. I’ve had a hard time 0rgasming with my husband since that night unless I shove a v******* inside with my husband. Don’t get me wrong he likes it when I stuff my Jeff Stryker in he c0mes harder than ever. My cousins and Uncle come down to Redding to visit way more often. I never felt attractive as I do now, I may have to let them all do me when I decide to have a baby.

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I have been living in my coworker’s attic for four months, and what started as pure survival has turned into a terrifying, secret love. I initially slipped inside through his unlocked side door out of desperation after losing my apartment, learning to navigate the quiet rhythms of his life only when he left for work. But lately, my isolation has morphed into a deep, agonizing intimacy; I find myself listening to the soft acoustic guitar melodies he plays at midnight, touching the books he leaves on the coffee table, and smelling the faint scent of his cologne on the towels. It grew even more intense when he started leaving a fresh plate of dinner on the kitchen counter every night before bed, whispering into the dark, “Just in case you’re hungry, spirit.” Yesterday, I accidentally dropped a mug in the kitchen, and when he rushed into the room, the raw, frantic terror in his eyes wasn’t for his own safety—it was for mine. I am utterly terrified to come down and face reality, but as I watch him from the shadows, I realize I am even more terrified of ever having to leave him.

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I have been living in my coworker’s attic for four months, and what started as pure survival has turned into a terrifying, secret love. I initially slipped inside through his unlocked side door out of desperation after losing my apartment, learning to navigate the quiet rhythms of his life only when he left for work. But lately, my isolation has morphed into a deep, agonizing intimacy; I find myself listening to the soft acoustic guitar melodies he plays at midnight, touching the books he leaves on the coffee table, and smelling the faint scent of his cologne on the towels. It grew even more intense when he started leaving a fresh plate of dinner on the kitchen counter every night before bed, whispering into the dark, “Just in case you’re hungry, spirit.” Yesterday, I accidentally dropped a mug in the kitchen, and when he rushed into the room, the raw, frantic terror in his eyes wasn’t for his own safety—it was for mine. I am utterly terrified to come down and face reality, but as I watch him from the shadows, I realize I am even more terrified of ever having to leave him.

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