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ht and rub
my hands across your leather. The musky smell of you and it drives me wild
with passion.
Then suddenly, the two of you rise, and to my horror begin to walk away. After
about fifty feet you stop and glance briefly over your shoulder. A quick smile
darts your lips and then its gone and you start to walk away again. I watch
your asses gently swaying, firm and hard young asses. I feel compelled to
follow. I feel a little Aya Matsuura epish knowing that anytime you might turn around
and catch me following you. You come to the corner and you pause again, waiting
for the cars to
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