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Just a little more ... don’t stop. Don’t stop! Need this so bad. Need this. Please - don’t - stop.
A little bit more. Come on, come on, that’s it. Let it go. Give it up. So close. Almost there. He blew out the breath he’d been holding and took another one, hands shaking.
Been waiting for this - been wanting it, so, so damn bad. He licked his lips.
I should’ve started so much earlier, taken more time, gotten all of it ready. Oh! Yes. Yes.... here it comes!
The last little bit of ketchup landed on his fries.
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She spread her thighs wider and slid down a little. “There. Can you get it in now?”
“No. Not yet.” He hooched over to the right, grunting a bit as he pushed harder. “Hold still.”
“Hurry up, baby.”
“I’m trying!” He shifted his shoulders, angled one foot against the ground for better leverage. “It’s almost within the hole. Just a little...”
“Do it harder! I can’t keep this up.”
“Hold on, baby. Hold on.” He wiped sweat from his brow. The heat rose. Fingertips slick with lubricant, he rubbed the opening. With a click, the car’s axle slid into place.
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So much for avoiding a hard-on and embarrassing myself. She’s wearing red. Again.
I needed her to wear one more red dress to haunt my memories. This one was sleeveless, baring perfectly formed arms, strong and feminine. Strapless too, revealing skin the color of mahogany cream.
A man doesn’t stand a chance with her in that dress. Long, slinky, shiny, scarlet. Oh, God. It looks-- wet.
Her mouth was the same red, her lips plump, like she’d just been kissed. Like she’d run her tongue across them. Like she was wanting him.
Is she wet anywhere else?
Damn, damn, damn.
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So... how do you like my flashes? =^_^=