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“Well, aren’t you the cutest little Girl Scout?” he said to me. “I love the pigtails.”I couldn’t believe I actually did it! He seemed to like it, though. I found a way-too-short, sexy Girl Scout costume online and ordered it to surprise him. It came in yesterday. The thin green material really set off my red hair and the short dress showed half of my ass when I was walking erect. I had pondered wearing white cotton panties or my new lace designer thong, but I opted for nothing at all beneath the costume to give an extra-slutty appeal. Besides, we’re talking about my oblivious boyfriend here. You have to grab his head and force it into your crotch before he gets the hint. All the while, he’s turning up your own, personal, heat to the point that such brazen, wanton acts of sluttiness become your enthusiastic first options.I wore the fake Girl Scout sash, the cute little hat, and finished off the outfit with white knee-high socks and saddle shoes. Braided pigtails extended on either side. I went the “Sylva route” on my makeup and copied her style of laying it on thick, opaque, and stark.I held up a canvas tote filled with store-bought cookies. Sorry, Krystal doesn’t bake! “Mister,” I breathed out in my sultry-vixen voice. “Would you like to sample my cookies? My ginger-snaps taste like pure heaven.”“I bet they taste like paradise,” he said. His eyes showed extreme lust. “How much is it for your box?” he added.“Seventy-seven dollars,” I responded.“Seventy-seven? What, are they made from real Girl Scouts?”“They were sixty-nine,” I giggled out to him, thrusting Acıbadem Escort my hips forward. “But seventy-seven is better because you get eight more.”He paused for a millisecond and then laughed as he got the joke. “You get ATE more! I love it.”I walked in and swayed my hips in a highly exaggerated way. I strutted over to his low coffee table, feeling his eyes on my exposed ass, and bent over the table to set down my cookies. He was hungry, but not for those kinds of sweets. His hands grabbed my hips from behind and pulled my nude behind into his face. His tongue darted between my legs and caressed my pussy lips from behind.When he pulled up the thin costume fabric and saw that I had applied another temporary tattoo tramp-stamp, he practically lost control and bent me over the table and took me right there. His hard, extremely thick cock thrust into my wet pussy with one thrust. I moaned in pleasure and matched him thrust per thrust.In an animal frenzy, he plowed into me with forceful thrusts that sent tingles into my pussy, then up to my nipples. He slammed into me from behind so hard that the table scooted with each thrust and my unbound breasts bounced and caused delightful friction with my taut nipples rubbing against the costume fabric.He grabbed my hips and sunk his entire length into me. Rather than pull out and thrust again, he found that magic spot where his hips would lessen the pressure and then slam into me in the best way imaginable. It caused me to release what felt like a gallon of boiling juice Acıbadem Escort Bayan onto his thrusting manhood. Not satisfied with mere bliss, he reached around my thigh and deftly found my swollen clit and held it between two fingers while flicking it to the rhythm of his strokes with a third. Bliss became Nirvana and I orgasmed over his thrusting cock while I screamed so loud that my cries of pleasure echoed off the walls.Picking me up as if I were weightless, he spun me around, still impaled, while kicking the table out of the way with one kick. Holding me to him, he placed me on his couch and proceeded to pound me into pure, sweet oblivion. Without losing his pace and always knowing exactly when to increase tempo, depth, and pressure, he brought me to an intense vaginal orgasm as tears of pleasure spilled from my eyes, making my slutty makeup run.Not yet satisfied, he propped my ankles up on his shoulders and kept on with that pace. He was in me so deeply that I swear I could feel the head of his cock thrust into my throat. As soon as I felt the quivering sensation of another vaginal orgasm built to eruption, his fingers found my clit and I convulsed so much that he had to hold me down to keep me from falling off of his couch. I blacked out; my entire existence was reduced to one extended orgasm as time slipped away.An eternity later, I was able to stop moaning and the world slowly came back into focus. He was kneeling on the cold stone floor in front of me; his hands caressed my body in what was both Escort Acıbadem a relaxing and sexual manner.He smiled at me and laughed. “It seems that all of your cookies are ruined; how much do I owe you?”I laughed with him. “I take it you liked?”“I loved! You’re my kind of crazy! You blew me away shaving yourself bare and adding the tattoo”“I slipped with my razor. You like?”“I’m into you and it’s your sexy, tight pussy. I’m just thrilled to be with you.”He held me then and we kissed romantically and lovingly; our kiss grew passionate and wanton. He got me horny again.“You didn’t cum yet, let me.”He waved me off. “No hurry. Let me enjoy the moment some more. At the risk of spoiling a repeat performance, what brought on this incredible surprise that I’ll remember forever?”I shrugged and smiled at the way his eyes were roaming over my body in unbridled desire. I unbuttoned the top buttons of my Girl Scout costume so my flesh could bask in the warmth of his lustful stares.“I wrote some erotica about a bimbo character that caught her boyfriend whacking off to porn and reenacted it for him.”He smiled.“My first thought was roleplay like this,” I gestured to my costume. “But I decided to go with shoe shopping without panties.”“I’d love to read it.”I noticed that my costume was torn in a few places. It was very thin and not really made for the abuse we had just put it through. “Damn!” I lamented. “I didn’t bring anything else to wear.”“Feel free to put on anything you want,” he said. “Or just go naked.”“Really?” I said. “How about I put on that black dress from your ex?”“Sorry,” he shrugged. “I burnt it.”“What?”“I saw how you reacted and realized that I no longer need the reminder. I burnt the dress and toasted marshmallows over it and then sold the ring and gave the money to Jake so he could buy something for his girlfriend. Your friend, Marcy, isn’t she?”

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