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Her name was Carol (Part 2)
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She wanted to go to a motel she knew. I was agreeable with
that. We drove in separate cars.
The motel was definitely of the rundown sort. I paid for the
room (in cash) and we went in. My first impression of the motel did not
improve. The paint was peeling, the bedspread fraying, the carpet
threadbare in spots.
"Isn't this great!" Carol exclaimed. At that
moment, I forgot about the room and remembered why I came here.
I turned toward her, took her body in my arms and kissed her
passionately. Holding her young body next to mine thrilled me in a way I
had not known before. My hands ran up and down her back, then toward her
tight ass. She felt heavenly.
I pivoted with her in my arms and pushed her down onto the bed, me
on top. The bed was hard and noisy. My hand reached under her
dress, massaging her thighs. They felt so wonderful.
My hand moved upwards...
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Posted on : Jun 21, 2016
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Commented on Jun 21, 2016
Another boy seconds that.
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Commented on Jun 21, 2016
More, more, please!
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