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Faster Than a Maclaren…

I was blown away.  I underestimated that his mild demeanor would change once the clothes starting coming off.  Zero to sixty faster than a Maclaren.

The kissing, hard and messy.  I loved tasting myself on his mouth, his lips covered in glistening wetness that I licked off earnestly.

Fast a furious…  then were was a lot sighing.

Music mood: Violent Femmes “Add it Up” – Why can’t I get just one kiss?  There may be some things I wouldn’t miss but I look at your pants and…I need a kiss

Yours truly,

K.C. xx

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