no place like home (rated r)

no place like home (rated r)

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when I was wet enough he look deep into my eyes and asked if I was sure and if I was ready I responded by kissing him moaning and saying  yes baby. Gently placed the tip to my entrance he began pushing it hurts so much I almost cried he started kissing me while pushing in more I responded by kissing him and wrapping my arms around his neck while I felt him stretching me deeper and deeper it became too much for me so I please my hand on his lower abdomen stopping him from pushing anymore in. 16 years old Tami grow up in Jamaica but moved to the state for a better life. will she get it or will sex, drug , boy and money get the best of her .
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