#34309 - With every thrust she let out a low grunt, perhaps a little more like a bark, and I wanted to kiss her snarling lips. Leaves rustled and a substation hummed somewhere distant, and that was all. What about her, bent over a desk, skirt up, begging for cock?” “Good grief,” I said, and my arousal kept growing.
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