Author: Kara

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I stood at the bus stop, my skirt hiked up around my waist, panties drenched with arousal. The chilly autumn air only heightened the throbbing between my thighs as I waited for my ride. I couldn’t help myself, I was insatiable, a slut craving to be fucked in the most public of places. When the bus arrived, I didn’t even bother to board. Instead, I sauntered over to the driver, my hips swaying seductively. “Hey, handsome,” I purred, “I need you to help me out with something.”The man, taken aback by my forwardness, hesitated for a moment before a wolfish grin spread across his face. He stepped out from behind the wheel, his eyes roving over my body with hunger. I turned around, presenting my ass to him, and reached back to pull my thong aside. “Fuck me right here, in broad daylight,” I moaned,”

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Kara 1844-332-2639 ext 306

Just thinkin’ bout the 1st time it hurt so good! I was walkin’ home from the bar, my head spinning from too many drinks. That’s when he grabbed me, his hand clampin’ over my mouth as he dragged me into an alley. I struggled and screamed, but he was too strong. He slammed me against the wall, his body pressin’ into mine as he tore at my clothes.”No, please!” I begged, tears streamin’ down my face.”It hurts, it hurts!”But he didn’t stop. He ripped my shirt open, buttons flyin’ everywhere, and grabbed my breasts roughly. His fingers dug into my flesh, leavin’ bruises. It hurt so good. I hated myself for it, but I couldn’t deny the heat poolin’ between my legs. He hiked up my skirt and shoved his hand into my panties, fingering me harshly. I sobbed, my body betraying me as it responded to his touch.

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Kara  1844-332-2639 ext 306

Growin’ up, I could always see the way Step Dad looked at me. Them hungry eyes roamin’ over my nubile body, pausin’ to linger on my pert breasts and round ass. I knew he wanted me something fierce, but he held back, tryin’ to be a proper man of the house. But things changed when I turned eighteen. I was a woman now, with needs a-plenty. And Step Dad, well, he was just a man tryin’ to keep up with his wild, adopted daughter. I started temptin’ him like a snake charmer, prancin’ around in my tight little shorts and crop tops. Leaving my door ajar, the zipper on my sleeping bag pulled down just so, invitin’ him to sneak a peek at my barely-there pj’s. One fateful Sunday, with the family gathered for dinner, I knew it was now or never. As we sat down to eat, I made sure to brush up against Step Dad every chance I got. When I leaned over to grab the mashed potatoes, I made sure to press my breasts against his arm, my nipples hard and pokin’ through the thin fabric of my tank top. He shot me a warning glance, but

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