Her jacket. So many eye-twinkeling memories it harbors. That time in the lift, at a store. Their first kiss. The time, hiding from the police passing by. That time, when fínally at home, he ripped it open, exposing her tits, before pulling her hard towa
Steaming, hot water. Soaked, clinging lace. Subtle perfume. Suds sliding down. I pinch my nipples hard, my clit answers with surges of intense arousal, muscles inside pulsating, yearning to be filled. Gonna be a long, lustful shower today. Don't come kn
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