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    Not The Type – (Chapter: Good Night Part 2)

    We’re both quiet as I put the strap-on on. I’m not looking at Ashley but I’m pretty sure she’s watching me and touching herself. That’s just something she does all the time.

     When I have everything ready to go, I climb back on the bed and in between her legs.

    “Ready?” I ask after get situated between her legs and whipping some of her pre-cum on the dildo.

    “Yeah,” She nods her head and I slowly push the head in her. “Fuck.” She groans when I have it all the way in.

    “Are you okay? I’m not hurting you, am I?” I rush out.

    “Bab…”

    “Are you sure about this, Ashley?” I ask trying not to move inside her.

    “Am I sure? Spence… you said you wanted to do me.” I can tell she’s getting frustrated but that doesn’t stop my worrying.

    “I know… I just don’t want to hurt you.”

    “You want.” She says lifting up on her elbows to kiss me.

    “What if…”

    “Baby?” I stop my ramble because that’s the first time she’s called me that. “I’m fine. I’ve been with guys before and let’s not pretend like I’ve never used toys in bed before.” I roll my eyes. “I know you’re nervous.”

    “I am.” I confirm and she smiles and pecks my lips.

    “Don’t be.” I look her in the eyes and slowly start to pull out. “Ah…keep going.” She moans as I start a steady pace of going in and out.

    “Uh…Ash…” The dildo is pushing back into me every time I go into her and it feels incredible.

    “Harder.” Ashley demands raising her hips to meet my thrust.

    “Are you close, Ash?” I pant in her ear.

    “Yeah…yeah…yeah…fuck!” She cries as I slam into her over and over again.

    “Play with my tits, Ashley.” I tell her. I love when she touches me.

    “Fuck…babe.” She moans while her hands pinch at my nipples. “Ah…st…stop for a moment.” She moans and I stop because I don’t want to hurt her.

    “Are you okay… did I…?” I start and she kisses me hard.

    “I’m fine.” She releases my lips and flips us over and sits up on my hips.

    “What are you doing?” I ask watching her stoke the fake cock up and down, her hand sliding easily with all her juices on it.

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