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Big Back Seat


She wondered why he was renting the big car. He didn't like big cars.

Big cars have big back seats. He drove to a quiet spot, no traffic around.

And then she knew why he asked her to wear a dress.

Into the big back seat, panties slid off, no one to see.

Fucking her hard. Crickets all around. He squirts all his cum into her, then lies there while the crickets sing. Together, in the big back seat.
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