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How you had actually met. I'm still processing it.
But it wasn't until he ground his hard-on against my ass that I reached back and gripped the sides of his pants, my knees buckling.
His fingers dug into my skin, his jaw clenched. Sweat dripped down his forehead.
Though not as tall as a large shoebox, it was the same width and length. Discreet but still plenty of room for.
I could tell you were like me. Wanting more out of life than what we'd been given, but still content with it.
More of my naughtier side revealing itself, as Chris would say.
Before you did this?" "Honestly, I'm not entirely sure I had something pinpointed down.