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’ Megan stepped inside and flipped on the light in the living room. Kevin set her keys on the table and she felt like everything was moving in slow ...otion. Kevin stepped closer to her and ran his fingers along her bare arms. ‘How about that coffee?’ Megan walked to her kitchen and pulled the coffee and filter from the cabinet. Next thing she knew, she felt his warm hands run across her shoulders and down her arms. The warmth of his breath on her neck caused her to shiver. His lips softly. " I whispered in his ear & loved it that I could turn him on that much.. He pulled back into the drivers seat & started the car. "Not here." He said as he drove off. I whimpered & reach 'down to rub my clit. I closed my eyes & moaned all while he was driving, and heard him moan again. "Baby if you keep doing that, I'm gonna blow my load. " he said. I opened my eyes, to see we had stopped in front of a victorian style house and looked at him staring at me & licked my lips as I took my hand from. More

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