I won’t see him for five days, but he has called and texted me and of course he has already sent a few photos. Hey, look at the time: should we head... on over?’ ‘Yeah, I guess we’d better. Hey, don’t you have a turn coming up?’ ‘Ugh! Next time. And I’ve been slacking on my writing. Too many fun distractions.’ Amy smiled as she slung her bag over her shoulder and slid off the stool. The two friends made the short walk over to the library and Amy fought the urge to look at her phone, all the way. ‘Whyja call me handsome?’ he asked and Amelia’s face took on a taciturn look. If she could throw away what had bothered her so much, then she wasn’t prepared to let him slip back into his shell either. ‘Because you are, Craig. You always were to me, and now, even wearing bear shit and mud, you’ve made it into ‘gorgeous’ in my book. So don’t you try to give me any trouble, or I’ll just tell Rosa that I’ll gently wash your motorcycle and she can hose you off. Your choice – and the hose is cold. He tugs gently on the rosebud as he thrusts, my eager little asshole doesn’t want to give it up and pulls back. I know he enjoys feeling the plug inside of me with his cock. I love being full. My hand drifts down my body to my throbbing clit which I begin to rub furiously. With all the teasing and excitement I won’t last long. My face is pressed into the back seat, each time he thrusts in I’m positive that my mascara moves further and further down my face. He’s picking up his pace and vigor. As her hands frantically explored my body I pulled her in and kissed her deeply. She responded by pawing harder. I ran my hands up and down her sexy curves, my fingers couldn't get to her hot flesh fast enough. Soon enough she had my shirt off as my fingers nimbly undid her bra, rousing a smile from her sultry lips. "What can I say? I'm good with my hands," I whispered as a sly smile crossed my lips.She kissed me and stepped back to remove her top. I could feel the blood rush through my body.
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