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I was already a sex addict at the age of twenty-one. All I could think about — from the second I woke up to the second I went to bed — was hooking up with some hot girl for the night and shoving my cock deep inside their fresh, wet, and impossibly tight pussy.
Nothing in life beat the joy of sliding my needy body between the long, sexy legs of some beautiful woman for the very first time.
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I was already a sex addict at the age of twenty-one. All I could think about — from the second I woke up to the second I went to bed — was hooking up with some hot girl for the night and shoving my cock deep inside their fresh, wet, and impossibly tight pussy.
Nothing in life beat the joy of sliding my needy body between the long, sexy legs of some beautiful woman for the very first time.
The ego boost I’d get from going home with a girl I never knew was such a rush. And the more I did it the more I wanted it. Out of all the countless men who’d have died for the joy of fresh apple-pie pussy, it was me who’d pick up the object of their horny affections.
I loved that first sweet moment when one push of my hips would have my cock — stiff with lust and hard with cum — drive deep inside that tender cunt I craved. The kiss of my fat tool to a woman’s shaved pussy lips was a feeling that just couldn't be matched.
READ MOREAnd, just as I was about to plunge my rock-hard dick into the tight pussy of my younger sister — right on the cusp of fucking the one girl I wanted above all others — I awoke…
Fuck! I cried out.
It was all a dream!
But wait a minute…
Barely a few seconds after waking, I realized it wasn't a dream that I couldn't live out for real. That’s right, I could actually do something about my warped fantasy.
You see, I was a sex god: A man with powers mere mortals could only ever wish they had. It was a power I only recently discovered, but one which meant I had total control over any girl I chose.
And that meant even Jenny - my blonde, eighteen-year old sister — who hated me in that typical brother sister way — wouldn't be able to resist my depraved advances once I’d made my move. In fact, she'd love it; just like all the busty beauties I'd fucked over the last few weeks.
With the power of mind control coming in the form of an old watch I bought from a pawn shop when I last got paid, I could finally scratch the perverse itch I had for my sister; an itch I'd had the very first day she came of age. All I had to do was make a play for her at a time of my choosing, and, more importantly, away from the laser eyes of our strict parents.
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