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It had all been over so soon, Eric was making out with Donna in his bedroom when he got out a dildo for her. Surprised, Donna walked out on him confused, it wasn't that Eric hadn't been to Donna's lower region before, it was just that she never had seen a dildo and wasn't comfortable with it, Eric's plans for the weekend had been ruined. His parents were gone and this was the weekend he would fuck Donna but it didn't look like that would happen now. Later that night Eric was on the couch watching some stupid shit on T. She was a friend of the family that had recently flunked out of college and was spending most of her time at home.
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