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I would make-out with my dates and run back to that guy.💋

I would make-out with my dates and run back to that guy. I was working at a startup as an intern in my third year, my college was in delhi and I had to come to bir. Me and my college bf were having frequent fights since I was connecting with people in bir and was alone so hanging out with my office peers. Me and bf broke up over a fight. I was feeling lonely so I installed tinder and went out with a guy on a date. I was so angry with my relationship that I just wanted to forget about it but did not have any plans whatsoever to do anything else other than meeting people. Me and my date went to a club, we got dru. k, we shared our stories with each other and apparently he too had a breakup. The club was about to close but we were already vibing on out trauma so he asked me to go to his place since it was just a 5 min drive from the pub. We continued dr king at his place. We were sitting in the balcony and one thing lead to another we kissed. And f •ck, it was so passionate that it made me damn h ly. I already forgot what I decided earlier that I will just meet people and nothing else. I was wearing a dress, he removed the straps and unhooked my l a while kissing me and Was si ing in my neck and b bs. We both were so h ny and dr ik and we were still on the balcony. I could feel his c''; from his shorts. I got on my knees and pulled out his d and started sting on it like a candy, all of that in the balcony. He grabbed my hair and was throbbing his d in my mouth and then he cr pied my mouth. And I like a dr ik s' t swall ved it. We both were now almost need in the balcony with myt is out and his c . He undressed me completely, turned me around, bent me on the balcony and he inserted his d': inside. Wef 'ed like bunnies. And once we were done I just got kind of a post nut clarity and I just wanted to go to my place since I was in so much guilt. I just said that I have an early meeting tomorrow and ran from his place. After few days, I reinstalled tinder and went out on few more dates with different guys and made out with few of them. And every night i came back running to the first date guy's place, getting more di nk and ('ing till morning. I still remember I told him about how my make out session was today and he used to f' me telling

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