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” Aria laughed a little as she spoke.“Oh no, I don’t have a wife, I’m actually single. So a 6am start is all good with me.” I noticed her eyes light up as I said that.With a brief exchange of pleasantries we parted ways. As I headed home I was extremely happy I got the job but I just couldn’t get Aria out of my head. That night I must have fantasised about her at least a dozen times. Each one resulting in a raging hard on. I decided enough was enough and pulled out my hard erect cock. It was warm and pulsing in my hand. I imagined Aria sucking me off as I jerked away with plenty of lube. After about 15 minutes I was shooting ropes of thick white cum over myself. My body in full pleasure at the thought of Aria giving me oral sex. Once I calmed down I cleaned myself off and went to sleep. I woke the next morning at 4am. It was super early but I was too excited about seeing Aria again I just couldn’t fall back to sleep. So I got up and had a shower, ate breakfast got dressed and headed. Even when we went out clubbing she would never grind on me. However I only have an an overweight man and have only got a 5 1/2inch cock but because she had only slept with me she said the sex was great. Then that one day came where we broke up and went our separate ways. Eventually she started seeing a friend of a friend who came the gym with us. Me and her still worked together and so saw each other frequently. Then one day we met up for the gym and he had the biggest love bites ive ever seen all over his neck and he showed tried to hide the scratch marks she left in his back whilst getting changed. Immediately I got so aroused at the thought of her session last night with him. But I had so many questions, and then my answer came. As he stripped off he revealed his athletic body and a massive thick 8inch plus cock. When we were together she loved it hard and rough and now my mind was wondering what it was like and developed an obsession with wanting to watch them at it. Me and her.
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