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Two days ago I was fukking a female friend I hadn't fukked in a long time, we really went at it, etc. Etc. That shyt don't matter.
The next day she texted me in the morning "blah blah blah, I'm so sore, you beat my shyt up blah blah, I want you to come through again tonight" etc. At the time I was like
but that shyt don't matter right now.
So I was playing 2K and she text me around 1am to come through and I'm of course like
I get over there she's coming out the shower, I assume we're going to fukk. She hits me with the 
"My shyt still swollen and sore, we'll lay in bed and watch TV"
Me:
but I go along with it anyway because I assume she'll change her mind with a little persuasiveness. After repeated attempts to get the p*ssy she gets mad as hell and tells me she can't fukk because she's sore and she's pretty sure I knocked her birth control implant out of place. She tells me that it doesn't hurt but it's kinda uncomfortable and she already set up a doctor appointment to get it replaced or whatever on Friday, then she said let just go to sleep.
I fall asleep and wakeup around 5am to her moping in bed, my dumbass asks her what's wrong instead of just acting like I didn't notice. She tells me that the implant has shifted some more and now it's really bothering her, plus when she walks she leaks a little blood. I reply "damn that sucks, good thing you have that doctors appointment on Friday", she's like "No, I need to take it out right now. I can't wait"
Me: Ok go do that shyt then
Her: I need your help, you have longer fingers than me.
Me:
To finish up this story, we fill her bathtub up with warm water like we're delivering a baby and I have to dig in her shyt with my finger to help her get that shyt out, I didn't know there would be so much blood
After it came out she stopped bleeding, was happy, and thankful.... but I still didn't get any p*ssy... or at least head... or even a good night of sleep. Basically last night might have been the biggest L of my life.
The next day she texted me in the morning "blah blah blah, I'm so sore, you beat my shyt up blah blah, I want you to come through again tonight" etc. At the time I was like
but that shyt don't matter right now.So I was playing 2K and she text me around 1am to come through and I'm of course like
I get over there she's coming out the shower, I assume we're going to fukk. She hits me with the "My shyt still swollen and sore, we'll lay in bed and watch TV"Me:
but I go along with it anyway because I assume she'll change her mind with a little persuasiveness. After repeated attempts to get the p*ssy she gets mad as hell and tells me she can't fukk because she's sore and she's pretty sure I knocked her birth control implant out of place. She tells me that it doesn't hurt but it's kinda uncomfortable and she already set up a doctor appointment to get it replaced or whatever on Friday, then she said let just go to sleep.I fall asleep and wakeup around 5am to her moping in bed, my dumbass asks her what's wrong instead of just acting like I didn't notice. She tells me that the implant has shifted some more and now it's really bothering her, plus when she walks she leaks a little blood. I reply "damn that sucks, good thing you have that doctors appointment on Friday", she's like "No, I need to take it out right now. I can't wait"
Me: Ok go do that shyt then
Her: I need your help, you have longer fingers than me.
Me:
To finish up this story, we fill her bathtub up with warm water like we're delivering a baby and I have to dig in her shyt with my finger to help her get that shyt out, I didn't know there would be so much blood
After it came out she stopped bleeding, was happy, and thankful.... but I still didn't get any p*ssy... or at least head... or even a good night of sleep. Basically last night might have been the biggest L of my life.
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u got that long stroke ?
