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Tuesday, July 2, 2013
More than just a shoot
So the girls in my JC's CCA (those from my year) met up for a deliberate photo-shoot last week, since one of the guys was doing some photography in his NS, and we decided to get a free session from him, since photo-shoots are in the trend now.
We had three themes, so we decided on: sporty, casual, and business. Oh and it's a studio shoot. You'll know why soon. There were eight of us in total, so each of the girls were allocated one colour per theme.
We started off with the sporty theme, we met up in our standard CCA T-shirt, clad with sports bra inside each of us, and all wearing our FBTs (curve cut with lining) which matched the colour of the sports bra we wore.
The eight of us entered the room where Randy was waiting, in nothing but a pair of broadshorts and shades. Yes, he had a killer figure for a guy and that totally turned all the girls on. We all could read each others' minds that each little slut in all of us wanted to fuck him through his commando outfit (which I could tell at first look but probably not the others).
So we lined up for the first shot, which was what we wore there. Since the girls all had nice bodies, we had also decided before hand to have a shot in just sports bra and FBTs, which we did, all eight of us taking off the top together. The array of colours was beautiful: lime green, pink, dark blue, black, white, sky blue, and red.
Since I had no bra, I was topless for a brief moment (which all of the girls probably got used to) after removing our T-shirts, and then ran to the bags to retrieve my orange sports bra (which I was assigned to), and put it on in front of all of them. Now, we did the second shot relatively smoothly.
The third shot involved all of us changing to a tube top of a certain floral design, with strapless bras for the rest of the girls (rather similar colours: navy, red, hot pink, purple, black, nude, white). The bottoms were denim shorts, which meant we all had to change both undergarments. We had no qualms changing in front of Randy, and that's what all the girls did. Only me and two others didn't wear panties under our FBTs, the rest all wore the G-string for the lingerie shot later.
So some were totally naked, some were just topless, some wearing just a bra and walking around the studio. Imagine eight girls changing messily simultaneously. I stole a peek at Randy at his rest area, who was already stroking his dick while watching us get done. After changing from my FBTs to denim shorts, and lubbing on the tube top while walking over to him, I squatted down in front of him, helped him pull his shorts down, and started licking the head of his shaft. Before I could proceed beyond just mere seconds, the girls were already in position watching us.
We had to proceed, there was no choice. Shot three ended rather quickly, before the itinerary went as planned, to remove the tube top. That left me in just the shorts, and shot #4 went on, it did. I was topless in front of the camera beside seven other much more demure looking girls.
It was finally time for the last formal theme. The girls stripped to their undergarments, and helped one another put on their bra straps (for the four who wanted them). The rest openly changed into their very thin white blouses and black skirts which were far from decent length. As usual for me, same external attire, starkly different internal ones.
The shot after the formal one was known as 'wet formal'. The attire was the same, except that all the girls were to be drenched completely, leaving their contrasting coloured bras visible to the camera lens (and for me, my nipples in full view through the really sheer blouse - I had purposely brought a more translucent and water-sensitive one).
So while I could see Randy's cock twitching, half of me wanted to just go over and get him laid right away. I could do so easily, with no panties, anyway. But I still managed to maintain professional for the last planned shot. The girls were ogling one another and the only guy in the room as they got wet, and the aircon inevitably got them horny too. The last shot went on, in just the lingerie from the girls stripping their wet blouses and skirts, and for me, totally in the nude!
I did an impromptu call for an additional shot after the lingerie one - to get everybody naked. All the girls complied, since they were horny and all. And Randy gladly did so for us, I could totally see him stand in glory.
Once the last shot was over, I ran over and kissed Randy on the lips with my hands working on him down south. Before long, I was riding him in cowgirl, with all the other seven girls looking on in astonishment, with none of them having seen a dick in real life before.
That day, seven virginities were stolen by just one strong penis. Seven girls unsure of their sexual orientation were told that both guys and girls are equally beautiful in sex.
Since I had no bra, I was topless for a brief moment (which all of the girls probably got used to) after removing our T-shirts, and then ran to the bags to retrieve my orange sports bra (which I was assigned to), and put it on in front of all of them. Now, we did the second shot relatively smoothly.
The third shot involved all of us changing to a tube top of a certain floral design, with strapless bras for the rest of the girls (rather similar colours: navy, red, hot pink, purple, black, nude, white). The bottoms were denim shorts, which meant we all had to change both undergarments. We had no qualms changing in front of Randy, and that's what all the girls did. Only me and two others didn't wear panties under our FBTs, the rest all wore the G-string for the lingerie shot later.
So some were totally naked, some were just topless, some wearing just a bra and walking around the studio. Imagine eight girls changing messily simultaneously. I stole a peek at Randy at his rest area, who was already stroking his dick while watching us get done. After changing from my FBTs to denim shorts, and lubbing on the tube top while walking over to him, I squatted down in front of him, helped him pull his shorts down, and started licking the head of his shaft. Before I could proceed beyond just mere seconds, the girls were already in position watching us.
We had to proceed, there was no choice. Shot three ended rather quickly, before the itinerary went as planned, to remove the tube top. That left me in just the shorts, and shot #4 went on, it did. I was topless in front of the camera beside seven other much more demure looking girls.
It was finally time for the last formal theme. The girls stripped to their undergarments, and helped one another put on their bra straps (for the four who wanted them). The rest openly changed into their very thin white blouses and black skirts which were far from decent length. As usual for me, same external attire, starkly different internal ones.
The shot after the formal one was known as 'wet formal'. The attire was the same, except that all the girls were to be drenched completely, leaving their contrasting coloured bras visible to the camera lens (and for me, my nipples in full view through the really sheer blouse - I had purposely brought a more translucent and water-sensitive one).
So while I could see Randy's cock twitching, half of me wanted to just go over and get him laid right away. I could do so easily, with no panties, anyway. But I still managed to maintain professional for the last planned shot. The girls were ogling one another and the only guy in the room as they got wet, and the aircon inevitably got them horny too. The last shot went on, in just the lingerie from the girls stripping their wet blouses and skirts, and for me, totally in the nude!
I did an impromptu call for an additional shot after the lingerie one - to get everybody naked. All the girls complied, since they were horny and all. And Randy gladly did so for us, I could totally see him stand in glory.
Once the last shot was over, I ran over and kissed Randy on the lips with my hands working on him down south. Before long, I was riding him in cowgirl, with all the other seven girls looking on in astonishment, with none of them having seen a dick in real life before.
That day, seven virginities were stolen by just one strong penis. Seven girls unsure of their sexual orientation were told that both guys and girls are equally beautiful in sex.
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
FBT 3
It was around 11.30pm, and Jonathan was running around campus. So I lubbed on my hot pink sports bra and a pair of similar coloured skimpy FBTs. It was the shortest and smallest sized (XS) in my collection, without lining, and I thought it'll be cooler. It hugged my thighs nicely and tightly, and showed a clear pantyless bottom.
So I left hall and began running, alone. I felt the wind rubbing against my pussy and as the weather turned cold from the slight drizzle, my nipples hardened as well. As I swung my arms as part of the running stance, I purposely used my fingers to twitch my nipples a little, giving it a little more stimulation. Oh how I wished my 5km ended faster, so I could return to hall and masturbate from the horniness. Sensing even more coldness, I picked up speed to generate more heat to combat the cold wind.
When hearing some quicker running footsteps from behind, I was already panting. And from the pace and heaviness of these steps I could almost certainly tell it was a guy jogging at night as well. Good to slow down to let him overtake, I thought. I didn't turn back or around as the footsteps neared me, and out of a sudden, I felt a towel over my mouth, and a force which gagged me by mouth.
Shouting and shoving was to no avail from the sheer strength of the assaulter, who wore a black hoodie and black shorts with running shoes. Apparently I deducted that he had followed me for close to 1km. The next thing I knew was being dragged to a dark carpark nearby. I tried to struggle, but relented after being overcame time and again.
The notion of rape came into my mind. There's this love-hate relationship with forced sex for me. I thought as I got transferred to the dark area, and decided that I would try to make an escape later at the rape site. The bulging dick of the assaulter brushed against my silky FBTs, and I could feel out the whole rod rubbing against my butt crack, which slightly turned me on, and caused the dick to grow larger as we slowly moved to the site of sex.
Once safe, another equally buff figure blindfolded me. Oh, seems like such a planned activity. As they pulled my sports bra upwards to reveal my breasts, I still had the slightest thought of escaping, but once a delicate finger started to touch my left nipple, I aborted that thought. I got turned on from the possibility of rape, well done to me. Even if I didn't, I couldn't now. Another two was pinning me down, I felt, as the fingerwork got more and more intense, and more turned on I got. As I slowly felt the sports bra coming off and finally baring my breasts, I just wanted to give the rapists a good fuck. They left the FBTs on as they fucked me.
The first cock wasted no time in entering. It wasn't too big, it didn't cramp my whole vagina at least. It thrusted for a few minutes, before disposing the cum on my stomach, convenient enough.
The second went in quickly after the first. This time was even smaller - I could feel the difference in the space it uses up, it was very sparse compared to the large dicks I'm used to. It however got bigger as it thrusted, and in mere seconds, unloaded inside me. That's real business, I thought.
The third dick also unloaded in me. But this was big, warm, thick, and went straight onto the G-spot on the first thrust. And it didn't disappoint me in hitting the spot almost every subsequent one! It was totally worthy.
There were seven more dicks which entered my vagina, two more of which ejaculated inside. Ten cocks within 30 minutes or so. The four which shot inside left my vagina overflowing from four dickloads worth of cum, and it was literally dripping. The others, along with some which likely didn't penetrate, came all over my whole body. Truth be told, my climaxes were aplenty, and so was the pain, which they didn't give any regard to. It was probably one of the worst vaginal pains ever which came along with one of the most satisfying climax-series ever.
I was immobilised for a moment but told myself that I needed to get back to hall quick while I undid the blindfold and mouth gag. Hall was rather near, and I scrambled to find my sports bra, but to no avail. My FBTs were badly ruptured, so much so that they're much like a skirt as the centre conjoining fabric came off. The rubber waist band was also badly handled, and broke once I stood up.
Now I'm left topless with a broken skimpy FBT shorts, and I was in even more shock at the number of lights turned on as I turned around to look at my block. What a free show I gave! There was no better option now, except for hurrying back to hall and getting cleaned and rest.
I ran there as quickly as I could, more or less in the nude. When I stepped foot onto the hall area, Eileen so happened to be there and asked me what happened, while she offered to help me clean up. She's a lesbian, which I learnt that day. We walked up to her room and I recounted what happened to me. Once in her room, she passed me a towel and we went to the toilet together to wash up. I bathe with the door open, and just as I was in the cubicle, she quickly stepped in as well! Our eyes locked with a sense of love, and she pulled off her T-shirt which had no bra underneath, leaving just her black FBT shorts.
She gave me a peck which I wasted no time to turn it into a deep, long kiss. I then went down, pulled down her FBTs and did my lipwork forte on her shaved cunt. After some licking, I put the FBTs on the hook, and we kissed again, while she turned on the shower. You could've imagined what happened inside!
Went back to her room where we sat down, both naked, drank a little, and shared her toys. I got to know her much much better. When I was about to leave, she dressed me up in a pair of sky-blue FBTs and a running singlet, which was an XS, which fits her petite frame and B cup well, but severely undersized for me! Half of my waist was shown as I went back to my room to Jon, who caught me in this sexy attire, and you would've guessed how great I ended the night at 3am!
So I left hall and began running, alone. I felt the wind rubbing against my pussy and as the weather turned cold from the slight drizzle, my nipples hardened as well. As I swung my arms as part of the running stance, I purposely used my fingers to twitch my nipples a little, giving it a little more stimulation. Oh how I wished my 5km ended faster, so I could return to hall and masturbate from the horniness. Sensing even more coldness, I picked up speed to generate more heat to combat the cold wind.
When hearing some quicker running footsteps from behind, I was already panting. And from the pace and heaviness of these steps I could almost certainly tell it was a guy jogging at night as well. Good to slow down to let him overtake, I thought. I didn't turn back or around as the footsteps neared me, and out of a sudden, I felt a towel over my mouth, and a force which gagged me by mouth.
Shouting and shoving was to no avail from the sheer strength of the assaulter, who wore a black hoodie and black shorts with running shoes. Apparently I deducted that he had followed me for close to 1km. The next thing I knew was being dragged to a dark carpark nearby. I tried to struggle, but relented after being overcame time and again.
The notion of rape came into my mind. There's this love-hate relationship with forced sex for me. I thought as I got transferred to the dark area, and decided that I would try to make an escape later at the rape site. The bulging dick of the assaulter brushed against my silky FBTs, and I could feel out the whole rod rubbing against my butt crack, which slightly turned me on, and caused the dick to grow larger as we slowly moved to the site of sex.
Once safe, another equally buff figure blindfolded me. Oh, seems like such a planned activity. As they pulled my sports bra upwards to reveal my breasts, I still had the slightest thought of escaping, but once a delicate finger started to touch my left nipple, I aborted that thought. I got turned on from the possibility of rape, well done to me. Even if I didn't, I couldn't now. Another two was pinning me down, I felt, as the fingerwork got more and more intense, and more turned on I got. As I slowly felt the sports bra coming off and finally baring my breasts, I just wanted to give the rapists a good fuck. They left the FBTs on as they fucked me.
The first cock wasted no time in entering. It wasn't too big, it didn't cramp my whole vagina at least. It thrusted for a few minutes, before disposing the cum on my stomach, convenient enough.
The second went in quickly after the first. This time was even smaller - I could feel the difference in the space it uses up, it was very sparse compared to the large dicks I'm used to. It however got bigger as it thrusted, and in mere seconds, unloaded inside me. That's real business, I thought.
The third dick also unloaded in me. But this was big, warm, thick, and went straight onto the G-spot on the first thrust. And it didn't disappoint me in hitting the spot almost every subsequent one! It was totally worthy.
There were seven more dicks which entered my vagina, two more of which ejaculated inside. Ten cocks within 30 minutes or so. The four which shot inside left my vagina overflowing from four dickloads worth of cum, and it was literally dripping. The others, along with some which likely didn't penetrate, came all over my whole body. Truth be told, my climaxes were aplenty, and so was the pain, which they didn't give any regard to. It was probably one of the worst vaginal pains ever which came along with one of the most satisfying climax-series ever.
I was immobilised for a moment but told myself that I needed to get back to hall quick while I undid the blindfold and mouth gag. Hall was rather near, and I scrambled to find my sports bra, but to no avail. My FBTs were badly ruptured, so much so that they're much like a skirt as the centre conjoining fabric came off. The rubber waist band was also badly handled, and broke once I stood up.
Now I'm left topless with a broken skimpy FBT shorts, and I was in even more shock at the number of lights turned on as I turned around to look at my block. What a free show I gave! There was no better option now, except for hurrying back to hall and getting cleaned and rest.
I ran there as quickly as I could, more or less in the nude. When I stepped foot onto the hall area, Eileen so happened to be there and asked me what happened, while she offered to help me clean up. She's a lesbian, which I learnt that day. We walked up to her room and I recounted what happened to me. Once in her room, she passed me a towel and we went to the toilet together to wash up. I bathe with the door open, and just as I was in the cubicle, she quickly stepped in as well! Our eyes locked with a sense of love, and she pulled off her T-shirt which had no bra underneath, leaving just her black FBT shorts.
She gave me a peck which I wasted no time to turn it into a deep, long kiss. I then went down, pulled down her FBTs and did my lipwork forte on her shaved cunt. After some licking, I put the FBTs on the hook, and we kissed again, while she turned on the shower. You could've imagined what happened inside!
Went back to her room where we sat down, both naked, drank a little, and shared her toys. I got to know her much much better. When I was about to leave, she dressed me up in a pair of sky-blue FBTs and a running singlet, which was an XS, which fits her petite frame and B cup well, but severely undersized for me! Half of my waist was shown as I went back to my room to Jon, who caught me in this sexy attire, and you would've guessed how great I ended the night at 3am!
Saturday, February 2, 2013
FBT 2
Another interesting FBT episode would be when I went back to school during my JC days for studying + consultation during the holidays. As follows.
Elizabeth and I met outside school, went to have breakfast, and then went to school. Elizabeth's a sporty A-cup girl who decided to go braless for that day. And like many of my girlfriends, we don't wear panties under FBTs. Both of us wore our class tees, and for me, I wore a curve-cut lime green one FBTs, while Elizabeth, a straight cut dark blue one - the most common type. Mine was without the inner lining, while hers had one.
We went into the icy library and got a seat, waiting for Mdm Lim to come. I put on my 'studious glasses' which made me, in the words of Elizabeth, "a guai-looking horny slut" (hahaha!) Anyway, the library was really turning cold as we complained to each other about our freezing pussies and hardening nipples while trying to focus on our work as well.
At 10am, Mdm Lim walked in, and sat down at our table to begin the consultation session. I had happened to already mastered some of the topics Elizabeth was unclear about, so my attention when she was clearing her doubts was mostly on the cold air blowing onto my just-shaved clit and my gradually stiffening tits. The two of them rattled on and on while I tried to focus on another part of the subject, but to no avail. It was too freezing cold and boring.
Unknowingly, a finger slid onto the thin, silky material of my skimpy shorts, and started circling around it. All happened under the table at the corner, so no one noticed it. I was cautious that I had to hold back my calls of pleasure. I slowly and steadily moved up and down the lime green cloth, while it gradually got wet - it was telltale that I was doing something. Subconsciously, my right hand went in to feel the smooth skin free of hair, and on its own accord, looked for the hole to pierce.
As the index and middle fingers entered the vagina that was last penetrated 2.5 hours ago in an early morning sex, I accidentally let out a loud sigh. The fingers retracted out of it immediately, and Mdm Lim asked, "What's wrong, Charmaine?"
"No- ... Nothing. Just my menstrual cramps." I lied. I wanted to ask to be excused to the toilet, but Mdm Lim was starting to move on to my weakest area. I held it back, and tried to take down notes with my legs fidgeting, opening and closing every now and then, unable to concentrate and trying to press towards the centre to curb the desire.
Academic wise, Mdm Lim's attention to me was fruitful. As I reached down to the floor to get another set of notes, I noticed something to my surprise. Elizabeth was doing the exact same thing as me, into her equally nicely-shaved pussy! And plus she's concealing it really well. I went back onto the table and gave her the 'I know what you're doing' look, and continued with the 1-hour ordeal, with my pussy-in-my-FBT hungry for a finger and nipples erect, while Elizabeth happily satisfies her urge through her smooth, hot shorts.
Finally, it was 11am. The consultation was over, and you, the reader, would have expected a toilet lesbian action with Elizabeth. Sadly, she's a totally straight girl, and will never ever allow any girl to lay fingers on her. I tried my luck, but to no avail. She doesn't even show other girls her private parts, but the volleyball vice captain has fucked a great deal of guys with her attractive body tone. Probably second to me in the school.
We agreed, however, to go to the most secluded toilet on the top floor and use separate cubicles to finish our masturbation for the day. We went there in less than a minute after Mdm Lim left, and I used the second cubicle from the door, while she used the first. The rule was simple - to let the screaming go wild, sans toys.
I sat on the toilet seat, pulled down my FBTs and let them drop to the floor. I suppose Elizabeth did the same, as I saw her shorts on her feet through the bottom of the cubicle dividers. I wasted no time in resuming the circling around my labia, and threw my head back while I gave the most pleasurable moan of the week. I heard Elizabeth's moans of enjoyment as well, as she stuck her finger inside after one hour of controlling it too (she told me after that).
As I sensed that I needed more, I took off my shirt and threw it away, but it flew into Elizabeth's cubicle. She did the same, and it went into mine. I just let it sit on the floor, while my right hand's fingers prepared for the entry and my left, the toying of my nipples. Boy, they were really, really hard and standing from the coldness in the library! I proceeded with that stimulation, with more intense and louder screams, and so did Elizabeth let me hear her pleasure.
It was mere minutes in the cubicles when Elizabeth came and squirted, as I saw the next door's floor get wet. Her FBT shorts, being close to the door, got slightly soaked in her fluids as well. I climaxed but didn't ejaculate anything. We then decided to change our FBTs and class tees, as she was in despair thinking of the solution to wear her sex scented clothes out.
So I wore an 'Elizabeth' class tee and her blue FBT shorts, while she wore mine and my lining-less ones. She had to make do with it, though, as she forgot to bring her panties. We shopped around, talked about sex with guys, had lunch, and after which I went to a HDB staircase and masturbated with her sweet-smelling FBTs before heading home.
Elizabeth and I met outside school, went to have breakfast, and then went to school. Elizabeth's a sporty A-cup girl who decided to go braless for that day. And like many of my girlfriends, we don't wear panties under FBTs. Both of us wore our class tees, and for me, I wore a curve-cut lime green one FBTs, while Elizabeth, a straight cut dark blue one - the most common type. Mine was without the inner lining, while hers had one.
We went into the icy library and got a seat, waiting for Mdm Lim to come. I put on my 'studious glasses' which made me, in the words of Elizabeth, "a guai-looking horny slut" (hahaha!) Anyway, the library was really turning cold as we complained to each other about our freezing pussies and hardening nipples while trying to focus on our work as well.
At 10am, Mdm Lim walked in, and sat down at our table to begin the consultation session. I had happened to already mastered some of the topics Elizabeth was unclear about, so my attention when she was clearing her doubts was mostly on the cold air blowing onto my just-shaved clit and my gradually stiffening tits. The two of them rattled on and on while I tried to focus on another part of the subject, but to no avail. It was too freezing cold and boring.
Unknowingly, a finger slid onto the thin, silky material of my skimpy shorts, and started circling around it. All happened under the table at the corner, so no one noticed it. I was cautious that I had to hold back my calls of pleasure. I slowly and steadily moved up and down the lime green cloth, while it gradually got wet - it was telltale that I was doing something. Subconsciously, my right hand went in to feel the smooth skin free of hair, and on its own accord, looked for the hole to pierce.
As the index and middle fingers entered the vagina that was last penetrated 2.5 hours ago in an early morning sex, I accidentally let out a loud sigh. The fingers retracted out of it immediately, and Mdm Lim asked, "What's wrong, Charmaine?"
"No- ... Nothing. Just my menstrual cramps." I lied. I wanted to ask to be excused to the toilet, but Mdm Lim was starting to move on to my weakest area. I held it back, and tried to take down notes with my legs fidgeting, opening and closing every now and then, unable to concentrate and trying to press towards the centre to curb the desire.
Academic wise, Mdm Lim's attention to me was fruitful. As I reached down to the floor to get another set of notes, I noticed something to my surprise. Elizabeth was doing the exact same thing as me, into her equally nicely-shaved pussy! And plus she's concealing it really well. I went back onto the table and gave her the 'I know what you're doing' look, and continued with the 1-hour ordeal, with my pussy-in-my-FBT hungry for a finger and nipples erect, while Elizabeth happily satisfies her urge through her smooth, hot shorts.
Finally, it was 11am. The consultation was over, and you, the reader, would have expected a toilet lesbian action with Elizabeth. Sadly, she's a totally straight girl, and will never ever allow any girl to lay fingers on her. I tried my luck, but to no avail. She doesn't even show other girls her private parts, but the volleyball vice captain has fucked a great deal of guys with her attractive body tone. Probably second to me in the school.
We agreed, however, to go to the most secluded toilet on the top floor and use separate cubicles to finish our masturbation for the day. We went there in less than a minute after Mdm Lim left, and I used the second cubicle from the door, while she used the first. The rule was simple - to let the screaming go wild, sans toys.
I sat on the toilet seat, pulled down my FBTs and let them drop to the floor. I suppose Elizabeth did the same, as I saw her shorts on her feet through the bottom of the cubicle dividers. I wasted no time in resuming the circling around my labia, and threw my head back while I gave the most pleasurable moan of the week. I heard Elizabeth's moans of enjoyment as well, as she stuck her finger inside after one hour of controlling it too (she told me after that).
As I sensed that I needed more, I took off my shirt and threw it away, but it flew into Elizabeth's cubicle. She did the same, and it went into mine. I just let it sit on the floor, while my right hand's fingers prepared for the entry and my left, the toying of my nipples. Boy, they were really, really hard and standing from the coldness in the library! I proceeded with that stimulation, with more intense and louder screams, and so did Elizabeth let me hear her pleasure.
It was mere minutes in the cubicles when Elizabeth came and squirted, as I saw the next door's floor get wet. Her FBT shorts, being close to the door, got slightly soaked in her fluids as well. I climaxed but didn't ejaculate anything. We then decided to change our FBTs and class tees, as she was in despair thinking of the solution to wear her sex scented clothes out.
So I wore an 'Elizabeth' class tee and her blue FBT shorts, while she wore mine and my lining-less ones. She had to make do with it, though, as she forgot to bring her panties. We shopped around, talked about sex with guys, had lunch, and after which I went to a HDB staircase and masturbated with her sweet-smelling FBTs before heading home.
Sunday, January 13, 2013
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