Sade Olutola

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Sweet Seals For You, Always
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

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One Nice Bug Per Day

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we're not kids anymore.

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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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@thefilthycouple
Our Very First Time
FilthGuy and I had met each other in the summer of 2012, and had always kept in minimum contact. He would flirt with me over social media, but I was too naïve to pay attention to it. But deep down, I had this HUGE crush on him. Ever since I had first laid eyes on him, and he introduced himself. I will never forget it. I knew I had to have him, but I was too shy to ever approach him. Eventually we exchanged numbers. So it was my freshmen year in college, and I was at a concert at my school but was very bored. We had been texting each other through out the day, knowing he would be up at my school to “turn up”. So I am at the concert with some friends, but I wasn’t really entertained because I was more worried about him. So we are texting, and he finally asks “What are you doing after this?” I reply, “Nothing” and then he asks me “Do you want to come with me after?”. I could have jumped out of my skin. I was astonished that he had asked me to come with him, knowing that we hadn’t really talked a lot before. I instantly leave the party, super excited. Now after leaving the party, I immediately go jump in the shower and get ready. I was so clueless, because during the time, I was a very good girl. I kept asking myself was I going to fuck him or what was going to happen. I was so nervous and anxious. Lord knows I wanted him, but I was too shy. I wanted to feel his dick in my mouth, and feel his dick slid into my wet pussy. I wanted every inch of him in me, I wanted to feel him touch my body in every way. So time went past and I am waiting and waiting, the more I waited the more I kept thinking about fucking. Finally, he texts me to come outside. As I am leaving, I try to keep my composure. So I get into the car, and instantly I got wet. I could feel my pussy warm up and tingle. I thought I wouldn’t be able to think of fucking him, but it got worse. The more that he talked, the more I wanted to feel him. He smiled and I just melted. I could feel my panties become super wet. So we finally get to his place, and I try to act very conservative, but I knew I wanted to just throw him down and fuck him. I take a shower and get changed into my PJs. I finally lay down and he comes into the room and starts playing Jeremih. In my mind, I am thinking what is he doing. He lays down beside me, and I just want to burst. I could feel his warm body against mine, and his dick. It was stiff against my ass, and I just wanted it all. A little while passes, and I guess he could feel what I felt. He grabs me, and starts kissing all over me. I let out soft moans, it felt so good. Every time his lips touched my skin, I felt a tingle go through my body. I wanted more. I needed more. As he is kissing me, he moves slowly down to my pussy and lightly starts licking it. My moans began to get a little louder. He started to go faster against my clit. His tongue going in and out of my pussy. He was teasing. Finally, he pulls out his dick. He turns me over and started fucking me from behind. Every hard stroke, made my eyes roll to the back of my head. He gripped my sides, and pulls me. I’m throwing my ass back. The clapping of my ass onto his body, made me want to go harder. His dick so amazing going in and out of me. I could feel my juices on his dick as he stroked my pussy. Every now and then, I would hear him whisper “Fuck” into the air. He turns me back on my back and slides it into my pussy, it felt so perfect. Every stroke felt like I was like a drug. I could feel my walls wrapped ever so gently around his dick, and my juices just flowing. He started off slow and then began to go faster and faster. I could hear his breathing start to pic up. His heart beat pounding against mine. I had never felt this before. His dick felt so perfect in my pussy. After slowing down, he takes my legs and picks me up. I hold onto his neck gently and as I do so. He starts pounding my pussy. My legs start to shake and I give in. I had no choice, but to fall back. I couldn’t take that dick. It was so intense. Every blow made my pussy go weak. I had never experienced this kind of sex. It was like it was meant. Even with me falling, he continued to keep fucking me. I felt as though my body was just going to explode. In my own way of thanking him, after he was done, I pushed him back and began sucking his dick. I made sure to play with it just as he did, even though I was nervous. I wanted to show him that I could do him like he did me. I was going hard on his dick. Making sure to make it really wet. I deep throat his dick. I wanted to feel his dick all in my mouth and throat. All my spit was on his dick. I could feel his dick get harder and harder and him getting louder. His legs began to quiver just a little and I knew he was about to come. I wanted to taste him. I wanted all of his cum in my mouth. As came in my mouth, I swirled my tongue around and could feel his hot cum all over my tongue. I swallowed his cum with a big smile on my face.
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Photographer : Deauhhan
These pictures 😩😍
The thing I hate most about depression is that it tricks you into thinking you don’t have depression. It makes you think that nothing is wrong with you, that you just feel this way because you lack value as a person. Whether that’s in your relationships, your academics, or a view of yourself, it makes you think you aren’t good enough for any of that.
“It’s not the illness,” it says, “You feel this way because it’s who you are.”
“Mental illness is like fighting a war where the enemy’s strategy is to convince you that the war isn’t actually happening.”
r yall married?
No, we are not
Pretty girls are my weakness 😩😩
The one that got away. This video of ours went viral all over social media without a watermark. I alike going and reading the comments and seeing people claim it's them.