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In the lake they took a dunk
She stripped then took off his trunks
When she grabbed ahold
The water was cold
Sadly his member had shrunk
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Final Call
She flings her arms around my neck and squeezes me like she’s never going to let me go. My head spins as her lips brush against my cheek. She must be able to feel my heart thumping in my chest. I shuffle backwards and ram my hands into my coat pockets, watching her reach down and heave the rucksack across her shoulders.
By Caroline Cravena day ago in Fiction
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Hahahahahahhahhaa this was hilarious!
Bahaha. That was great.