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I didn't know what to do- I'd never seen someone in a state like that. Looking at him then, watching him wrestle his demons with his eyes squeezed shut and head against the wall, I knew I couldn't fully comprehend what he was going through. I hated his parents for making such a big deal over something so small, but I knew that his entire future depended on them so he couldn't afford to argue. I didn’t know what to do. I just wanted to fix it. Slowly, I crawled across the bed to be closer to him. "It's ok, love," I said, more quietly than I'd meant to. He opened his blue eyes as I sat up on my knees and took his head in my hands. "It's gonna be ok." He pulled me into a long hug, holding me tightly as if I would float away otherwise. When we finally pulled back, I kissed him. We'd shared many a kiss over the past year, but this one was different. 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We sat up for a moment to get my arms out of the sleeves before going right back down again, lips interlocked. I shuddered involuntarily as he kneaded my chest through my bra; goosebumps peppered my skin as he slid his hands behind me to fumble with the hooks. Soon, my black brassiere landed on the floor next to the shirts. As he kissed hot tight pussy pics my neck and chest, latino pussy pics I made small circles with my hips, pushing them into his. He let out a small groan and reached down to grasp my backside, grinding into me. I slid my hand down his chest to where our legs met and grasped the bulge at his zipper, causing a hiss to escape his lips. He raised his eyes to mine and gave me one more permission-seeking look. I unbuckled his belt in response. As his jeans hit the floor, he unzipped my shorts and quickly helped me out of them, leaving us in our underwear. As he lowered back down between my legs and moved against me, I let out an involuntary whine. 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It didn't hurt like the women at church had warned me it would; the sensation was just so wholly foreign that I momentarily forgot how to breathe. We opened our eyes and looked at each other for a moment, suddenly realizing that we weren't going to be immediately struck down for this. I moved. He groaned. He moved. I gasped. We moved, quickly finding our rhythm. britney spears pussy pics After a moment I rolled us onto my back to give him the reins, which he took agilely. He took his time, skillfully working on me with his mouth and hands and only reaching a crescendo after I had. The rain continued to tap lightly on the roof above as we held each other in silence. ~Lily LilyGarments