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Tara smiled and threw the super-ball at me. I flinched, but caught it and flung it back at her. It hit her shoulder dirty sex joke, and rolled down into the breast pocket of her shirt. She was wearing a loose-fitting unbuttoned shirt with a pointy collar, the kind you used to see cover-models on Flair magazine wearing in the dirty sex joke mid-80’s. Under that was a white tank-top, tight enough to reveal the curve of her dirty sex joke budding breasts.
“Why dirty sex joke don’t you come and get it?” she smirked, teasing me.
“I will, you know!” I had no qualms dirty sex joke wrestling, ripping, whatever it took to get that ball back.
“I’m waiting!” she teased again.
I jumped off the bed and reached for her pocket. She shielded herself with one arm and rolled over on her back, giggling. She tried pushing me away with her legs, but I squirmed my way on top of her, and pinned her left arm to the ground behind her dirty sex joke head with my dirty sex joke right arm. I managed to pin her right arm with dirty sex joke my left leg, and forced my left hand into her pocket. My face was inches from hers, and I could dirty sex joke feel her breath on my cheek. My teeth were clenched, and I grimaced as she freed dirty sex joke her dirty sex joke left hand and grabbed my wrist. I had two fingers on the super-ball, but no grip. I could feel her nipple through the fabric, and it quickly hardened. Suddenly I felt extremely hot and my body jerked slightly dirty sex joke, a wave of something I’d never felt before washing dirty sex joke over me. We were both motionless, me straddling her, my hand in her pocket, her hand gripping my wrist, my face still inches from her hot breath, which I dirty sex joke could now hear as well as feel. |
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