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Come the day of the party and Matt already came prepared, shoving two cases of beer in the backseat before sitting in the passenger, he looked too sexy with his hair extra fluffy from that intentional bedhead look, he wore his varsity jacket over a light blue t-shirt that clung to his muscles, his blueish white jeans ripped at the thighs and knees, it was like he was tempting me on purpose but I knew it was just what he liked wearing to events like this, meanwhile I was wearing a band shirt that fit loosely on me under a pale yellow and blue flannel and dark jeans that didn’t hug a single inch of me, using a belt to keep them above my hips. “I feel… calm” I stated still looking at him. Xxx vedio When the four hours were close to up the lady helped me get messy and throw away some extra condom wrappers into the bin to at least half-ass make it look like we did anything, I managed to go just a step further before my father got to the room but that was all I could do, thankfully he just glanced over and didn’t think too much about it after she left. I wondered if my lips tasted like it he’d kiss me, I bit my tongue and shook the thought out of my head as I knew I’d

Tamil Wife Manmadhan Wife

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