Must Read: I Called It R.a.p.e (Rated 18+) - Season 1 - Episode 9

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Must Read: I Called It R.a.p.e (Rated 18+) - Season 1 - Episode 9

black and white, being fully F***ed in their pussies and assholes by very beefy guys with big d!cks!

I also saw several s*x positions I never knew about and even the one I enjoyed with Madam Ann the previous day. It was called ’69’! The pictures were all HD, with their quality so crystal clear that one could even see the number of sweat-pores on the characters’ faces. By the time I would search more about ejaculation, I had already known it was called Pour and that it was usually thick, creamy and sticky! And that some women love eating it like some yoghurt when their men ejaculated! It was unfortunate that I had to stay 24 years to know how male Pour (which I knew I now had in abundance) apparently looked like! In fact when I saw how faces of several women were decorated with splashes of the thick fluid, I desperately began wishing I could Pour!

In fact when I saw how faces of several women were decorated with splashes of the thick fluid, I desperately began wishing I could Pour!

Of course my J0yst!ck was a lot stiffer and longer than the Eiffel Tower of Paris at that moment and I was having to severally give it a sq££ze now and again in other to respond to the consuming pleasure! I wasn’t sure about what I could do to it but it always felt good each time I gave it the sq££ze! The many lewd images that still kept prompting up didn’t help my situation either; so much so that when I eventually, albeit accidentally, transcended into websites showing pictures of mature middle-age women Bleeping young well hung studs, I had to completely sit-up on my bed with my J0yst!ck gloriously sticking out of my boxers in its glory!

…I eventually, albeit accidentally, transcended into websites showing pictures of mature middle-age women Bleeping young well hung studs…

For a fact, if not for my battery which soon went flat, I would have stayed up the entire night watching young boys like myself Bleeping middle-aged women! By the time I would finally return my head on the pillow to sleep, I had already begun regretting why I didn’t remain in Madam Ann’s house! I simultaneously thought I was definitely going to go back there! Even the new damp patch (caused by my pre-Pour) on my boxers, also reminded me of the lady’s ever-soaked K!ttyC@t, which I wasn’t going to see again, if I didn’t go contrary to my earlier vow!

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Bathing the following morning, took longer than usual! My time in the bathroom was roundly shared between actually bathing and a bitter battle against self! The night had passed now and the morning was before me. I might have longed to be F***ed (or to F**K) the previous night, but the following morning was already presenting a new longing – a longing to remain with the church and to remain a virgin! As I struggled to pour water on my body, I thought about the likely negative impact digressing from the ‘right-path’ would have on me. It just seemed to me that I would become one of those bad street boys who have no future or ambition. It just seemed to me that I was likely going to begin favouring the company of prostitutes more than anything else.

Even though I couldn’t accuse any of my colleagues or friends who ain’t virgins anymore, of being ‘bad street boys’ or favouring prostitutes, I still couldn’t accept my case would be like theirs. I was scared; on the inside at least. But then, as soon as thoughts of the previous day spontaneously crossed my mind again, my J0yst!ck began to grow! The slippery soapy bathwater that had abundantly soaked it, made the s£nsat!on even more thrilling each time I rubbed my palm along the length!

The slippery soapy bathwater that had abundantly soaked it, made the s£nsat!on even more thrilling…