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So my housemate is sitting at the kitchen counter, doing whatever it is that she does constantly when she’s home on her laptop, and I ask her to tell anyone who calls in the next couple hours to leave a message.
My biker friend comes over, big and, and a full foot and a half taller than I am, cock like a coke can, except longer.
So we go into my room and shut the door.
I turn up the music, but not nearly loud enough.
I give him one of my primo blowjobs, swallowing because I’m a good girl, and then he decides to be a punkass and tickles me.
I thrash and shriek, so he pins me down.
I still thrash, and the back of my skull connects with his nose. “AAAAAAGH!” he shouts. I swear I hear a crunch, but he says it isn’t broken.
No blood anyway.
Then he starts smacking my ass.
It’s making a nice loud sound that I KNOW is echoing into the kitchen, and I can’t help but moan anyway.
Then he realises he has to go to a meeting a friend of ours is putting on, so he throws on this clothes and is leathers and leaves.
My housemate is still there, staring at her computer screen.
She doesn’t say a word.
I wonder why she doesn’t communicate anymore?