Preggo redhead in the outdoors xxx

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Preggo redhead in the outdoors xxx. I was young, maybe 4 or so when I first cracked open my mom’s medical books. Illustrated with paintings of the human anatomy: the integument, circulatory, lymphatic, muscular, digestive, respiratory, endocrine… But nothing perked my childhood curiosity like the reproductive system. I can still see the images clear in my mind of a baby growing, growing, growing in the uterus. The tightness of the uterus, harvesting life. Creating life. This power terrified me. “I’ll never get pregnant!” I’d say, talking among friends. “Tokophobia! It’s a virus! Taking over your body, feeding off of your energy, kicking and squirming inside of you! It will never happen in a million years ever!” Sex came to me as a young teen, and I adored it. Giving into primal desires, feeling a thick raging cock gliding in and out of my soaking wet pussy, watching my breasts rise and fall with every pump. The taste of cum, its hot sticky bitterness filling my mouth, always making sure to get every drop, feeling it glide down my throat, and always saying thank you. But very rare would I allow to come inside of my sex. Until him.

I went out on a wing and sent him a message on okstupid. Just there to window shop, not looking for commitment (like every other millennial college student). But when you land on a pretty face, what can you do? I was awestruck. Intelligent and knowlegable, -devilishly- handsome with steely brown eyes and a wonderful, nerdy sense of humor with a cheeky smile that could outshine quasars . We sat outside a little book cafe and talked about hadron colliders, education, his travels around the world. His voice, liquid gold demanding every little bit of my attention. A few days later, he invited me over to his house, opened the door, shirtless, comfortably displaying the beautiful tones of muscle under his tan skin, sticky with sweat from the heat of the summer. Oh and I wanted him. Baaad. And the fireworks in his kiss told me he was trouble.

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