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I’ll never forget the night I got my scar. It was a typical Friday night, and my boyfriend, Jack, and I were in the mood for some fun. I wore my silky coffee-colored stockings, knowing how much they turned him on. As soon as he saw me, his eyes lit up with desire. Jack groaned and pulled me closer, his hands roaming over my body. We started to kiss, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths. I could feel his hardness pressing against me, and I knew I wanted him inside me.
We moved to the bed, and Jack started to undress me. He slowly pulled off my shirt, revealing my bare breasts. He cupped them in his hands, his thumbs rubbing against my nipples. I moaned and arched my back, wanting more. Jack then moved down to my skirt, pulling it off along with my panties. He kissed his way up my legs, stopping at the back of my knee. He ran his tongue over the silky material of my stockings, making me shiver with pleasure. “I love these fucking stockings,” he murmured, his breath hot against my skin. I moaned in response, my pussy aching for him.
the night I got my scar
Jack then positioned himself between my legs and thrust his dick inside me. I gasped as he filled me up, my walls clenching around him. Jack’s hands gripped my hips, pulling me closer to him. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to orgasm, my pussy tightening around his dick.
Suddenly, Jack pulled out and positioned himself behind me. He ran his hand over the back of my knee, his fingers tracing the outline of my stockings. He then took his dick and jammed it into the back of my knee. I screamed in pain as my knee popped out of the socket. Jack quickly pulled out and rushed to my side, concern etched on his face.
“Amber, I’m so sorry,” he said, his voice shaking. I gritted my teeth and tried to move my knee, but the pain was too intense. Jack helped me to the emergency room, where I had to have a procedure to pop my knee back into place. Afterwards, I had to wear a cast for several weeks. Jack felt terrible about what had happened and promised to make it up to me. He bought me flowers and chocolates and even rented a private room at a fancy hotel.
And that’s how I got my scar. It may not be the most conventional story, but it’s definitely one I’ll never forget. And every time I look at it, I’m reminded of that wild night with Jack and his stockings fetish.
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