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​I was 20 years old and a pretty wild girl. I clearly remember when an acquaintance texted me: "Hey, I have a bottle of tasty liqueur, want to grab a drink together?" I agreed and got ready as if it would be just the two of us —a miniskirt, sexy thigh-high stockings, and a fairly see-through blouse with no bra underneath. I threw on a jacket, jumped into a taxi, and went to his place.

​I rang the doorbell expecting to see him, but the door was opened by my future husband instead. He was tall, big, and someone I had never seen before. My first thought was that I was dressed like a whore in front of a stranger, and that this was going to be interesting. When I took off my jacket, his eyes widened and he said I had a very beautiful body.

​Anyway, we had a few shots and started flirting. The friend who texted me began touching me right in front of my future husband, and I was so turned on by being such a slut in that situation. He pulled off my panties and started licking my pussy. I was extremely aroused.

​My future husband was watching me and hadn't touched me yet, so I gestured for him to come over. He walked up, pulled down his pants, stood on the bed, and started slapping my face with his 8-inch dick before making me suck it. The friend finished eating me out and joined him, standing right beside him so I was sucking both of them.

​Then my future husband told me strictly, "On all fours, you bitch, we're going to fuck you now." He pushed inside my pussy while the friend sat on the bed so it would be comfortable for me to blow him. He fucked me so hard that I even gasped a few times, and he came inside me, even though he wasn't supposed to. Then it was the friend's turn; I rode him and he also came inside.

​We finished the bottle, both of them fucked me one more time in turn, and then we split up. The next morning, I ran to get the emergency contraceptive pill :)) So yeah, that's how I met my husband.

​I was 20 years old and a pretty wild girl. I clearly remember when an acquaintance texted me: "Hey, I have a bottle of tasty liqueur, want to grab a drink together?" I agreed and got ready as if it would be just the two of us —a miniskirt, sexy thigh-high stockings, and a fairly see-through blouse with no bra underneath. I threw on a jacket, jumped into a taxi, and went to his place.

​I rang the doorbell expecting to see him, but the door was opened by my future husband instead. He was tall, big, and someone I had never seen before. My first thought was that I was dressed like a whore in front of a stranger, and that this was going to be interesting. When I took off my jacket, his eyes widened and he said I had a very beautiful body.

​Anyway, we had a few shots and started flirting. The friend who texted me began groping me right in front of my future husband, and I was so turned on by being such a slut in that situation. He pulled off my panties and started licking my pussy. I was extremely aroused.

​My future husband was watching me and hadn't touched me yet, so I gestured for him to come over. He walked up, pulled down his pants, stood on the bed, and started slapping my face with his 8-inch dick before making me suck it. The friend finished eating me out and joined him, standing right beside him so I was sucking both of them.

​Then my future husband told me strictly, "On all fours, you bitch, we're going to fuck you now." He pushed inside my pussy while the friend sat on the bed so it would be comfortable for me to blow him. He fucked me so hard that I even gasped a few times, and he came inside me, even though he wasn't supposed to. Then it was the friend's turn; I rode him and he also came inside.

​We finished the bottle, both of them fucked me one more time in turn, and then we split up. The next morning, I ran to get the emergency contraceptive pill :)) So yeah, that's how I met my husband.

​I was 20 years old and a pretty wild girl. I clearly remember when an acquaintance texted me: "Hey, I have a bottle of tasty liqueur, want to grab a drink together?" I agreed and got ready as if it would be just the two of us —a miniskirt, sexy thigh-high stockings, and a fairly see-through blouse with no bra underneath. I threw on a jacket, jumped into a taxi, and went to his place.

​I rang the doorbell expecting to see him, but the door was opened by my future husband instead. He was tall, big, and someone I had never seen before. My first thought was that I was dressed like a whore in front of a stranger, and that this was going to be interesting. When I took off my jacket, his eyes widened and he said I had a very beautiful body.

​Anyway, we had a few shots and started flirting. The friend who texted me began groping me right in front of my future husband, and I was so turned on by being such a slut in that situation. He pulled off my panties and started licking my pussy. I was extremely aroused.

​My future husband was watching me and hadn't touched me yet, so I gestured for him to come over. He walked up, pulled down his pants, stood on the bed, and started slapping my face with his 8-inch dick before making me suck it. The friend finished eating me out and joined him, standing right beside him so I was sucking both of them.

​Then my future husband told me strictly, "On all fours, you bitch, we're going to fuck you now." He pushed inside my pussy while the friend sat on the bed so it would be comfortable for me to blow him. He fucked me so hard that I even gasped a few times, and he came inside me, even though he wasn't supposed to. Then it was the friend's turn; I rode him and he also came inside.

​We finished the bottle, both of them fucked me one more time in turn, and then we split up. The next morning, I ran to get the emergency contraceptive pill :)) So yeah, that's how I met my husband.