Anfisa Guseeva Hardcore Defloration Iâm from Moscow, but when I was little, I lived on my grandparentsâ farm. It was fun there. Cows, chickens, big fields. There was a boy from another farm. I liked him a lot. He had dark hair and a nice smile. I was 15 one summer. I went to the lake to swim naked. The water was cold, and the sun was hot. I saw him watching me from a tree. I didnât hide. I made poses, like a model, turning my body, splashing water. He just stared. I hope at least, cause I didnât see his hands.. Next summer, I went back. He was there again, but he had a girlfriend now. I didnât like that. She was loud and had short hair. I followed them one day. They went to an old farm shed and started kissing. His shirt was off, her hands on him. I got mad. I made a noise, like her mom calling her name. âLena! Come home!â I shouted. She got scared and ran away, leaving him there, naked. His cock was huge and hard. I walked up to him. I pulled my dress down a little, showing my chest. I grabbed his cock and started stroking it. He liked it, breathing fast. Then I pulled his shirt off his face. He saw me and jumped, surprised. âAnfisa?â he said. He tried to touch me, wanting to do more. I was a virgin, so I said no. I kept stroking instead. Soon, sperm shot out, white and messy. I stared, amazed. Then I heard that girl running back, yelling his name. I pulled my dress up fast and ran through the fields. Leaving him covered in sperm. My heart was pounding. I didnât tell anyone. After that summer, I never went back to the farm. Moscow felt big and busy after that. I grew up, turned 18. Right away, I called an erotic studio. I wanted to do a casting and lose my virginity with a professional, someone who knows what to do. I was ready for something new, something exciting. But thatâs another story for later. The farm feels far away now. The lake, the boy, the shed, all like a dream. Iâm in Moscow, and Iâm not that shy girl anymore. I want to feel more, see more, be mor
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