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- Parts 2
- Time <5 mins
Ongoing, First published May 16, 2014
She slid down that pole and, somehow right into my head. Hips of a goddess, ass that'll swallow up a G-string, and hair that made me want touch her in all the right ways—Perfect. She saw me eyeing her and came over and gave me a dance .She sat on my lap and I held on to her hip, she rubbed her hands wherever she pleased—she didn't care. I bit my lip and she flipped off me and landed in a split. "You must be a pro," I complemented. "I'm a pro at a lot of things." She winked at me. Damn, She Nasty Ain't She?All Rights Reserved
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