I met this cute girl one morning while I was taking a shortcut to the railway station. One thing led to another and we made wild and passionate love in the long grass next to the train tracks, like a pair of horny rabbits completely oblivious to the world. We easily did it in ten different positions in the first twenty minutes and continued until way after the sun had peaked high above us. We got caught up in each other, one of those "go with it" moments. I didn't get a blow job because I couldn't find her head.
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Brenton F
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Comments (2)
Not in a million years would I have seen that coming! Lol!
uhm...bahaha this one tickled me!