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I felt pride again, not stopping tothink that the pride I was feeling was from realizing I had a morefeminine waist than my ex. Hell, at least I was beating her atsomething.I snapped the stockings to my garters and stood, feeling everythingshift into place. I refused to look in the mirror just yet and insteadturned to the bra.I stared down at it. There it was. For some reason, despite beingsmooth, and covered in sexy lingerie from the waist down, it was the brathat made me pause. It was just such a feminine garment, and I feltputting it on was one step past everything I had done so far.I looked down at my bottom half, which proved to be my downfall. Ofcourse I had to wear my bra, it was totally cute and sexy and matchedeverything else! Plus my little boobies needed the support! I felt ahorny twitch again as I referred to my slightly flabby chest as myboobies. I snatched it up tenderly and threw my arms through the straps, I raisedthe cups to my tiny little boobies and moaned once. My hands reached for your arse and I pulled your cheeks apart, at the same time forcing my cock back inside your cunt. We lay there recovering, covered in sweat, breathing heavily and completely unaware of anything around us…and I began to move slowly inside you again. My hands moved on your back, firmly holding you to me and we both began to find a rhythym again…it was clear that you needed more, although you looked like you couldn’t handle standing let alone being fucked again. Again, you became lost in the moment…oblivious to what was happening to you…I sat you up on my lap and then lifted you off me. You stood facing the mirror, your face and tits pressed hard against the coolness of the glass. I marveled at how you looked, your nipples so hard, your hands reached for them and you groaned as you tugged hard at their firmness. I stood behind you and grabbed your hair, pulling your head back, forcing you to look in the mirror so you could see me standing directly behind you. To the.
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