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Her eyes stayed on me as I settled on the seat."I'm in no mood for another battle," I said, hoping I sounded cool. "Does this path go anywhere?" She n...dded. "Farewell, then, my Princess!"I rode off down the path, smiling. Five minutes later, I was out onto a street, heading for home. Only then, did I realize I didn't even know her name.The imagination of a teenaged boy is a wonderful thing. Ten minutes after leaving the mystery girl's side, I had already realistically gotten to see her naked. "We have been summoned for a meeting concerning the first scout reports. There would be time to see your uncle first." First Count Tellan, then my uncle," Tanda told Tuck when he made his suggestion.The whole thing with the night before was simply her fault. She should have known, had indeed assumed, that Tuck would try to stop her from leaving the camp.She woke after midnight and had moved silently to the latrine area. There had been no sound, no sign of the inner camp guards. She slipped. Immediately I decided I was gonna get the most of this ride and sat up and buried my face in her perfect tits. It was when I took her left nipple in my mouth and was pinching her right that she drove herself down on my cock as far as it would go. I was balls deep in my best friend’s girl and I could feel her cervix on the head of my cock. That’s when she went crazy. She kept me there and started sliding herself back and forth on me, keeping my glans tight to her cervix while rubbing her clit. She still felt opened and it had been hours before that she had endured his powerful fucking. As she thought of these images over and over, Nadia began to feel a moistening between her legs again. It was like she was craving more and she didn’t know why she had these feelings.At about 10:30am the girls arrived at the office. They found Nadia looking worried and a bit haggard sitting at the office desk with nothing but the manila folder that Mr. Hughes had given her the night before in front of.
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