#479359 - We lay still, breathing heavy, but still alive. “Think we can make it hard one more time?” “Shit, woman! How in the hell can I marry you on Valentines Day if you fuck me into my own grave before then?” She threw her right leg over my left one, mashed her pubes against Ol’ Fat Boy and pleaded, “Just once more? You do owe me, big time, for tearing my pink panties. This widow woman was experiencing a feeling she’d never had before.
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