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Amicale de Loisirs de Côte d'Or

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Shy Teens Get Fucked


I grab my phone and begin bringing up my favorite porn. My parents are not very tech savvy and it's extremely easy for me to hide whatever I don't want them to find. They check my phone and laptop once and a while, seeing if I'm on any sites I shouldn't be, from bands they don't approve of to, well, porn of course. They've never found anything, even though I look at porn almost everyday. My fingers type in "siswet" and I get a list of her videos. I watch as she fists her asshole before bringing out massive toys and dildos, sitting on them, devouring them up her almost endless ass. It makes my pussy gush. How can she do that? How can she fit these giant things into her ass? Next I look up "hotkinkyjo" and watch again as she sinks extremely long toys into her ass, I watch as her stomach moves as she is getting fucked, her skinny body outlining the shape of the toy as it moves in and out. It's crazy, and disgusting, and mesmerizing. I can't look away. I love it. I watch another video where a girl is taking two fists up her pussy and moaning like it's the best feeling in the world. I watch another and another, seeing more and more acts that intrigue me. My hand rubs my clit harder, then I slide two fingers into my pussy, fucking myself faster. I can hear my juices sloping away, in and out, in and out, I want to cum so badly, I'm not thinking about anything else, just cumming, just getting off.




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There were two new pictures. The first one was a screenshot of my phone, a notification showing on my phone, "New video from Siswet uploaded". My heart stopped. Someone had taken a screenshot of my phone while I was at school. Someone had seen a notification about "Siswet". Did they know who she was? Obviously it didn't matter they could easily look her up. My heart was racing now, I couldn't stop it. My breathing was increasing. I was freaking out. I was so fucked. I flipped to the second picture. I had to know what it was. I needed to know how fucked I was. It was a picture of a piece of paper with a phone number on it and the words, "Text Me".


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