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Before I start I don't want to say that I necessarily feel proud of what I did. I'm not posting this for high fives or fist bumps, it's just more an expression of finality; and the feeling of closure. I went back to free nude amateur pics my hometown last weekend, and actually ran into my ex. If you happen to go through my posts you'll find mainly DPP requests, real amateur mom sex advice, and unfulfilled raomd posts, but some sprinklings of a sordid past with Amy. Amy was a tall, leggy brunette that went to my undergrad. I actually don't even know if you could call us Exes. We just had some romantic flings, threw around the word love, but ultimately she got involved with other guys, I got involved with her while she was with other guys, it was all very messy and aggravating. I guess I kept up with it because I thought I loved her, and I figured if I could somehow show her I would treat her the best, she'd leave her boyfriend for me. Things built up pretty heatedly in 2013 and I took her on a road trip to a bomb ass concert...and the fire died. I thought that night would be filled with us finally making love, and falling asleep in each other's arms like we had done so only a handful of times in the past. But she ended up, I guess, mentally and emotionally choosing her boyfriend, and cut off herself from me; blocking me on social media, avoiding texting me, and just straight up wouldn't talk to me or look me in the eye whenever we crossed paths (this had happened a bit more in 2014, and I was going to try to do the classy thing, put everything behind me and just try to be friends or acquaintances. But evidently she didn't have [empty] anything like that in mind. Until this past weekend. I had heard through the grapevine a month ago that she had gotten engaged to her long term boyfriend. I didn't really feel anything but sadness towards her because honestly I still objectively dislike him (he can be pretty emotionally manipulative, but again, even that could just be my own rose colored glasses). We ended up crossing paths at my small town grocery store, and honestly we had a good conversation. We talked about school and such, and it felt like catching up with an old friend. I still felt my heart throb as she bit her lip and held eye contact, and I probably was guilty of admiring her long runner's legs as she walked away, but it was a huge step ahead of our past. That night she ended up unblocking me on Facebook, so we caught up a bit more. I congratulated her on her engagement and she seemed pretty mellow about things, noting the karups com fact that he was gone for the weekend before inviting me over to catch up more that next night. I absolutely had no idea what to expect, so I showed up to her house dressed semi casual with a bottle of wine. Her smile beamed as she opened the door, a Neck Deep t shirt hugging her chest tightly, as skinny jeans did the same for her legs. She grabbed glasses for the wine and we ended up on her coach, with a small amount of space in between us, radiating with growing tension. Amy explained how she was tentatively excited for the engagement, but still felt a lot of trepidation about her life in between the sheets with her fiance. She was no longer a virgin, but things were just very vanilla with him, and she hinted at wanting to experiment a bit more before tying the knot. As our conversation grew more sexual I felt our legs pressing against each other. Before I knew it I had sat my wine glass down and let my hand fall on top of her knee, fingers tapping lightly in place. When she didn't move it I move my face a bit closer, and her chestnut eyes caught mine; and she bit her lip. I felt that familiar stirring, and I lowered my voice. "So he doesn't fuck you hard enough?" She shook her head, licking her lips. As I squeezed her knee I continued. "He doesn't pull your hair?" "No," she said softly, leaving my gaze and tipping her head back, staring at the ceiling. My hand moved to her mid thigh. "He doesn't like it when you scratch his back?" Her breathing increased. "No," she panted. As my hand made its way to her upper thigh she spread her legs ever so slightly. "He doesn't bite your neck?" She let out a soft moan. "No." My hand found it's place in familiar territory, pressed lightly against her clothed crotch. She squirmed, and pushed back against me as I breathed into her ear. "Do you want me to do those things?" She bit her lip and nodded, and then promptly gasped as I pressed my finger tightly against her pulsing center. Before long I was working her button and zipper undone, and she quickly shifted out of her jeans, a pair of light blue panties beginning to shine with her wetness. I was merciless, whispering in her ear how she was such a naughty girl as I begin squeezing and kneading her thighs, feeling her wetness seep out onto my hand. As I finally worked a finger against her, with just a thin layer of cotton separating our skin she cussed out, reaching down and holding my hand tight against her. I pulled my hand away, and smirked. "You're gonna have to work harder for that," Amy found her way into my lap and promptly began grinding against me as our lips met for the first time in a long time. She tasted as sweet as ever, and she nibbled against my lips as her fingers found the buttons of my polo, and worked to get it off. As I shed that layer of clothing I attacked her neck, biting and licking at it, before pursing my lips and sucking...until she slapped me away. "No marks," she almost laughed before I retaliated. On instinct my hand lashed out to grab her neck and pull her lips back into mine as I angrily kissed her; a torrential motion in an earlier peaceful sea. My hands roughly groped at her tits over her shirt before she pushed them away to peel it off. A black bra encased two of the most perfect breasts I had ever seen. My mouth homed in on their swell as I delicately kissed her skin before nipping at her again. She moaned into my hair as I unclasped her bar and buried my face against her nipples. I bit and licked and had many a flash back to romping around in my college dorm bed. My crotch pulsed against hers, and I knew I had to finally fuck her. I flipped her onto her back on the crotch and bridge up, pulling my undershirt off and undoing my belt. Her hand immediately shot out to rub my throbbing cock through my boxers, and she bit her lip again and stared up at me. I decided to bring back another age old ritual and positioned myself between her legs, as we moved against each other, with only our underwear separating my cock and her cunt. "Please," she said after she finally had enough, "please fuck me," She didn't have to say that twice. I pulled off her panties and quickly gave her pussy a lick as I stepped out of my boxers. I could have teased her, agonized her, but I had waited for karup amateur erotic pics far too long to be inside of her tight little pussy, so I slowly pressed my head into her folds. She was just as tight as I imagined, and as her legs began to wrap around me, I buried myself in her, loving the feeling of her pussy squeezing my dick. My balls slapped against her skin as she moaned into a kiss, and her nails grated at my back. I picked up speed, balling her hair in one of my hands as I tiled her head back so wild amatuer sex I could kiss and bite at her neck, to which she would respond in kind, definitely leaving marks in my back and neck. Of course, this just led me to fuck her harder, and before long I was ready to explode. She frowned as I pulled out, but I quickly remedied that by forcefully turning her on her stomach and slapping her perfect ass. She sashayed it a bit as she bridged up to her knees, and I fingered her as she tried to press back onto my cock. When I was ready to go again I squeezed at the globes of her ass, and quickly slid in, squeezing her tits as I railed against her. I was still so fucking close, and when I let her know she had a surprising turn of dominance. She turned around and pushed me onto my ass, slithering in between the legs and burying her lips onto my dick. Her perfect blowjob was another familiar feeling, and before long I was face fucking her and stroking her cheek, while feeling my balls swell with cum. I finally just laid back against the couch and let her do her business, as she stroked my cock and pursed her lips around the head, swallowing every drop. Things weren't terribly awkward after I came, we both go dressed again and basically decided this kind of thing probably wouldn't happen again. But I feel a bit of closure, so there's that. takingyouthereks