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by Carrie

Diary of A Rich Girl – Chapter 118
He said, “Go ahead. Make noise if you want.” “I can’t. Not here” But it wasn’t easy. I hadn’t had sex in a while let alone a muff diver.

He got me going and I began to writhe on that crummy mattress. At first I was shy of having to put my skin against it, but soon I didn’t care. He ate me long and slowly gripping my sore bottom with his big hands. Little John was watching over by the door. I looked at him eyes wide open and smiled then shut my eyes. The john surfaced. “What?” He proudly showed me his cock. It was incredibly primed. I wanted it in me. I said, “Don’t fuck me like a whore.” He said, “That’s the kind I like.”

He entered me slowly finding his way before any pushing. Then he got right inside me. I can’t explain what it’s like, but there is nothing in the world better. The warmth was overwhelming. It must have showed because he said, “You haven’t had any in a long time, have you?” I hadn’t. I gasped as he pushed deeper into me. I was just a bit tight.

I said, “If you take your time with me you can fuck me longer.” “What about your pimp?” “What about him?” The john got the message. We began to grind in synch. My bottom was killing me but that good warm fucked feeling helped numb the pain. He touched my ankles against my ears. “Not so fast.” He slowed down just a bit. I let out a moan. “Oh, that’s better. Much better. Yeah, like this. Fuck me long and slow like this. ” I shut my eyes and nodded off, “Oh yes, oh yes,” and drifted away.

Soon I was panting loudly, “Fuck my pussy. Oh fuck it, fuck it.” My mouth was wide open and my eyes were all white, “Oh god, fuck me…,” He penetrated long and slowly picking up the pace just enough. I pulled at him, “Oh god. Don’t come. Please don’t come. Not yet. Fuck me more.”

He slowed down just enough to make me gasp. I thought he was going to pull out but he didn’t; he just shifted the position of his cock to rub up against my roof. ‘Oh, yes. That’s good. That’s real good.” I let out a moan. “Ooohhh. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” He found my fucking zone, “I’m going crazy, oh god, yes, oh god. Make me crazy; make me crazy….”

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