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“I’m here for my hoodie.”His ex-girlfriend glares at him from the doorstep, all 5’6 of her. Dark eyes glower beneath a blue-dyed pixie cut.With a smile, he welcomes her inside and she brushes past him in a gust of lavender perfume, big gothic boots clomping against the wooden floor. His eyes track her as she passes; big tits straining under a black tanktop, chequered skirt swishing in red and white, pale legs in fishnet stockings emerging from those heavy black boots. “You should take your shoes off in my house,” he says mildly.”I,” his ex spits, “am not taking anything off for you. Not anymore.”It had Ankara bayan escort been a heated breakup.”Really,” he says flatly, stepping close.”Yes, really.” She steps closer, looking up to stare him in the eyes.He moves his face closer still and, on instinct alone, she does the same back. And she tells herself she hates him but this feels like a challenge and she’s too proud to back down, so she reaches up and kisses him angrily. Before her mind catches up with her body, he has her pinned against the nearest wall, one hand up her skirt and teasing her pussy through the thin silken layer Escort bayan Ankara of her knickers.Why am I doing this? She thinks frantically. I shouldn’t be doing this. But her pussy is more honest than her brain and it’s flooding her best panties, her fuck-me knickers, the frilly silk she wears when she’s expecting to get dicked down, so maybe on some level, she knew what would happen when she came here today…Oh, it might have been a heated breakup, but that’s only natural.It had been a fiery relationship.They’re in bed before she knows what’s happening; he pushes her into it, and somehow Bayan escort Ankara by then he’s gotten her panties off. He smirks as he looks at them, knowing they’re her best and sexiest, knowing that she wore them for him. Then he stuffs them into his pocket and goes to her.The girl with the short blue hair and big heaving tits cries out as her ex enters her. She’d tried so hard to forget how good it was, so hard she’d nearly managed it, and now as she’s feeling his fucking again, she simply isn’t prepared. How stiff and strong and fulfilling he is, how he thrusts hard and assertively at the perfect pace to get her motor running, driving her pleasure into overdrive. She cries out, grabs his back, locks her legs and booted feet around him as he fucks away like a relentless machine. Like he’s trying to slam her plump and pretty arse through the bed slats.