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Annarose🔞 – Season 1 [Episode 1 – 7]

ANNAROSE🔞

ANNAROSE🔞


ANNAROSE🔞👸🏽

Episode 1

I am nineteen. And yet to F**K a girl. Yea,you
can begin screaming ‘WTF!’ all youwant. Well,
that wouldn’t change a thing.Or would it?
Let’s get back to the real storynow again,
shall we? Fine. So…I startedseeing X-rated at
the age of thirteen. I was inHigh school then
and always asked myfriends for their dirty
magazines. I lovedwomen (…and still do of
course. Wonderhow I shouldn’t when I ain’t
gay) and wasalways attracted to more
matured ones(MILFs mostly). Even though I
craved to fuckone day, I always never had the
courage toapproach any girl who was within
my agebracket to ask her out. This meant I
wouldcontinue with endless fantasies (…
likeGenevieve Nnaji giving me a boob job.
Howsilly though!), X-rated and masturbation.
Bynineteen, I had developed what
wasbecoming one of the largest dicks
forsomeone my age. My friends had
alwaystalked about how large it was and
evennever minded telling their girl friends. I
wasnever bothered too as I only found
itpleasing and largely a source of man
pride.They claimed the pecker had only
gottenthat big because I started Bleeping girls
froma very tender age. I knew better but I
nevertold them how wrong they were (they
wereduns after all). Whenever we talked
aboutsex, my experiences with X-rated
alwayslooked to substitute for me and over
time,most of them began asking me for a
coupletips on how they could please their
girls. Itwas quite hilarious! (…and you can see
whyI called them d*ns. Haha)The closest I had
gotten to having s*x waswith a visiting sister
to a neighbor. As aresult of my area of
training I somehowbecame of help to the
neighbor in question.He always gave me little
tasks to carry outon his behalf of which he
pays me for. I hadjust gotten into my third
year in theuniversity and I had a fair idea of
what healways gave me to do. It was on one
of suchassignments that I got to meet Mary
(now,not the mother of that guy who died on
thecross. This one is quite not as innocent)
.She was far older than myself. At least
shewas fifteen or seventeen years ahead,
andmarried. I had gone to my neighbor’s
placeto carry out one of the usual tasks
wholeaves me with only to meet her at
home.After introducing myself, she allowed me
inand soon we became friends and gottalking.
Our conversation was so vast thatwe soon
began talking about theconsequences of
having lots of weight ashuman. It propped up
an argument as towhich, men preferred most.
The fat or theslim. I said it was the later of
which she didnot totally agree to and I knew
why. Shewas a bit plump but was nonethelessmarried although without kids. She
triedpresenting all her argue-facts and in
theattempt asked me if I knew what it was
likehaving a woman with lots of flesh in bed.
Ianswered like I had tried both of the twosides
before but that could not convinceher.
Subsequently, she raised her flowingskirt
almost entirely up to her waist,revealing her
fleshy thighs. While she didso, she held onto
one of the thighs andasked me if I knew what
that succulentthigh meant to most men. She
triedemphasizing it by grabbing onto the
fleshthere and bringing herself closer to where
Isat. All along I was smiling but not arousedin
anyway. And I still assume she wasequally not
aroused in any way what soever. However,
after she got as close as shecould manage,
she urged me to feel theflesh. Her skirt was
still held to her hip byone hand while the
other grabbed theunderneath of the thigh in
question. Weboth were still joking and arguing
about itat the same time. I still had intentions
ofcontinuing with the task for which I
visitedand all I planned to do was settle
theargument and return to the work. When
sherepeated the request, I laughed and toldher
she had too much flesh and how I didn’tfancy
it. To this, she further asked me tofeel her
thighs and that I never knewanything about
plump women. I respondedby placing a hand
on it, telling her it madeno difference on what
I felt and removed myhand. She rejected my
attempt and insistedI would do so again. She
even said I wouldhave to try to grab the thigh
with bothhands. I laughed and said it was
notnecessary. She made a face and said
shenever liked what I was doing. In response,
Isuccumbed and made to grab her laps
assuggested. However, mistakenly, as I didso,
I unintentionally dipped my right
fingersthrough the cut of her panties
therebyfinding her crotch (and how I liked
themiracle!). She was partly damp there
whichI felt was from sweat. But equally full
ofcurly hair. My other hand had held onto
theother side of her laps and was
alreadymaking a move to lift the enormous
thing.But with the right one right inside
herpanties, everything paused. She did
notutter a word and even when I said I
wassorry and tried taking my hand away,
sheshut up her thighs and caught my hands
inbetween both legs. I remained stuck.
Shepulled me towards her and that brought
myhands straight to her wet Kittycat opening.
Ionly made little additional effort and
twofinger found their way into her
yearningpussy! Unfortunately for her, we were
onlyabout to get anything going when
wesuddenly heard a knock on the door.
Thiswas followed by her sister’s return. We
hadbeen alone all along. My subsequentattempt to get this completed
wascompletely futile as I was told she left
thenext day. Poor Danny! Really poor, Danny!!
Now I only use that for my fantasies. Ialways
imagine myself completing theprocess.
Locating her Kittycat with the samefingers,
fingering them and getting to pulloff her
panties. This would be followed byeither my
sucking of her Kittycat; which I seeas my most
coveted desires; or giving heran instant F**K.
Nonetheless, all this willkeep being fantasies
and nothing more.Well, that was about my
closest attemptand as you can see, if failed
woefully. Nowcan we talk about more
important issues oflife? Good.I am the only
son. And in a family of twoissues, it simply
means I have just onesister.

To Be Continued….

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