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the shower cubicle and throw my head back once it's warm enough. As the warm water caresses my bar

l about the situation: as much of a jerk

ever met. It's almost incomprehensible that he occupies

n's pants into a wet mess everytime he enters a room since he is powerfu

s tighten against the palms of my hands, chomping on my lower lip. I stretch down and across my stomach with one hand, t

is arms and shoulders, his muscular chest above a wall of stone-hard abs... I'm sure he has the type of abs th

Hmm, if he were here right now with me, I wouldn't mind at all. As he washes over my body, I can

y with my other hand, open my inner folds wide, and then insert my index finger into my wetness. I let out another groa

ing over my bare body, and I can almost feel his erect cock pushed bet

m thinking a

and hiss through them. I stay frozen in place as pleasure makes my muscles quiver, an

ong breath. I can't believe I was just thinking about

ack and choose one that I believe would be ideal for the occasion: it's a stylish but sultry party dress, more than enough to impress all of the photo

in's

is in

somethi

And yet, here I am, in the backseat of alimo, on my way to pick up

I'm only going to stop if I can get

them together and r

to rub my cock on e

intain my

rives at he

ing outsid

all of her curves. It isn't too short; it is elegant. Her breasts sit like two beautiful scoops of vanilla ice cream at the top of

er in. It's flowery, and it fills the automobile with a sensual elegance.

vely to

rolls her eyes. "You have no idea who I am, except

t correct,

so predictable; they try to be differe

n see I'm having an effect on her. Even though her

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