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fucking ourselves and each other at the same time! The feeling
I could feel Streets3's coming on my finger as I released myself to my
own orgasm. We came as one, lying on the floor of my closet, the
the airport, but regardless - she'd unbuttoned it, and all that
prevented the bounty of Streets3's upper body from swinging free was a
light, lacy, almost transparent bra. And below the waist....
On Streets3's dresser was one white rose. Streets3 got up to touch it, not believing
that it could be real. Then Streets3 noticed Streets3's torn night gown and the
bruises on Streets3's neck and nipples and promptly fainted.
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