His Wet T-Shirt
"Accidents do happen..."
My hands grip the hem of your wet shirt as I slowly pull it up over your stomach.Your arms rise as it moves up your chest and higher until your face is covered.I lean in to quickly lick each nipple...
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Office 1204 Part One
"What was he doing here?"
I took a different route home that day and was walking across a parking lot of an empty plaza when I saw the blue sedan. It was bouncing up and down, which caught my eye. Then I noticed the driver. He...