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On The Couch

Kids at a friends. I come home, and there you are, on the couch.

Barefoot. Flannel shirt. Jeans.

Drop my bag and I'm on you. Buttons fly everywhere. My hands all over.

Reach in your pants. No panties!

Rubbing your pussy. Faster. Don't cum yet. I push my cock in. Fucking until we can't move.

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