Shadowy figure. Black as fuck. I still decided to friend her.
Besides, her body was cinders, a fucking photoshopped picture.
I stared, against my greater intentions... my extension gets bigger...
She coyly smiles... "Want any soda? I'm ordering Ginger--"
"Ale?" Yes. I'm ailing for a bit of loin mashing and slapping-tongue action.
Kicking my own ass when not acting in asking, like I needed tuff-actin Tinactin.
She read my mind. "I wanna fuck you... lets get this doggy-bagged, then some magnums."
"Thank you, Lord!!!" That ass snatching that fabric as those cheeks flapped, cracking
Made me wanna french kiss the small of her back a bit.
"This is where my barracks is." I examined the industrial Air Force palaces,
Aiming to predict the happenings of our genital marriages.
"Follow me..." We fucked in the women's bathroom with bystanders passing in.
Classic shit.
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Ahem.
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