![]() ![]() He’d rip my panties off and fuck me! Michael’s steely little prick would spear me from behind, and three of his fingers would push into and brutally torment my throbbing pussy from the front. Or, he bent me – and I let him – over the table, or my computer or – at night with the room’s light on - the windowsill. “I love Valentine’s Day, but I’m glad it’s over right now. “And exhausted,” the young woman said with a laugh as she stepped inside. “Come inside, you’re frozen,” Marie insisted as she stepped back. entine’s Day,” the young woman outside said through chattering teeth, a dozen roses and a box of chocolates held carefully against the cold wind. After taking a deep breath, she opened the door and smiled wide. ![]() She veered toward the door, almost skipping in her eagerness to reach it.
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