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Weekend alone
My parents are gone...
My sister's not here for the weekend
However I'm grounded...
Can't leave my house...
Found a loop hole though...
Come over.
Two days in a row we've had hours to ourselves...
You're gone before my father gets home though
Now... To start...
Knocking on the door
I already know it's you
I go down in my jeans
Wearing the dark blue
No shirt
You're in sweats
I open the door
I have no regrets
You come in
As soon as it's closed
We kiss and walk
We are no longer clothed
You're fingers
running through my hair
I reach and grab
The condoms sitting in my chair
You jump in bed
I put it on and climb in
We make out and move
Until I've got you pinned
With little effort
I'm now in you
You flinch then relax
And that's my cue
Your moans fill the house
My movement increases
The more I move
That sound, it pleases
You try to nullify
The sound you were making
However it didn't work
And your voice started breaking
When I finish
I take it off
And you know what to do
Not cleaning with a cloth
After, I do it again
I am again with you
We go for a while
Till you can't move too.
We get up
And dress ourselves
My phone goes off
I had an alarm filled with bells
Telling us
when she had to go
I didn't want you to
But we got to keep it on a low
One final kiss
And she's driving away
I walk in satisfied
And hoping for another day.
My sister's not here for the weekend
However I'm grounded...
Can't leave my house...
Found a loop hole though...
Come over.
Two days in a row we've had hours to ourselves...
You're gone before my father gets home though
Now... To start...
Knocking on the door
I already know it's you
I go down in my jeans
Wearing the dark blue
No shirt
You're in sweats
I open the door
I have no regrets
You come in
As soon as it's closed
We kiss and walk
We are no longer clothed
You're fingers
running through my hair
I reach and grab
The condoms sitting in my chair
You jump in bed
I put it on and climb in
We make out and move
Until I've got you pinned
With little effort
I'm now in you
You flinch then relax
And that's my cue
Your moans fill the house
My movement increases
The more I move
That sound, it pleases
You try to nullify
The sound you were making
However it didn't work
And your voice started breaking
When I finish
I take it off
And you know what to do
Not cleaning with a cloth
After, I do it again
I am again with you
We go for a while
Till you can't move too.
We get up
And dress ourselves
My phone goes off
I had an alarm filled with bells
Telling us
when she had to go
I didn't want you to
But we got to keep it on a low
One final kiss
And she's driving away
I walk in satisfied
And hoping for another day.
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