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| "Almost there", Ami Sakuragi said. "We just turned on to Old Post Road, so we have about twenty minutes. I thought we'd lost you, there." She grinned and handed me a bottle of Cuervo Gold Tequila. It was a new bottle, but it had obviously gone around once. I took a swig and shuddered. The warmth hit me immediately. "Where did this come from, guys?", I asked the front seat. "Somebody raiding somebody's liquor cabinet?" "My mom "forgot" Ami Sakuragi bought it", Ted replied. "Too bad, huh?" "Yeah", I said, leaning forward to pass him the bottle. "Too bad we have to drive home. I wouldn't mind tying one on tonight, seems like a great night to party." As I spoke, I slid the bottle into Ted's lap, pushing it between his legs. As I released the bottle, I dropped my Ami Sakuragi gallery hand onto his dick, which immediately started to grow under my Ami Sakuragi gallery fingers. I turned my Ami Sakuragi gallery head to look at Al. His gaze was riveted on my hand in Ted's lap. I smiled and repeated, "Yeah, a great night to party." I squeezed Ted's cock, grinned at Al, and leaned back into my Ami Sakuragi gallery seat, my hand slowly gliding along the length of Ted's "Hang on to that bottle boys," I cooed, settling back into my seat. "But take it slow, you might need your strength..." Jeannie, meanwhile had swiveled Ami Sakuragi seat around and was facing the back of the van. When I turned my Ami Sakuragi gallery seat to join her, she leaned over to me and whispered, "God, I am so hot! I've never felt this way before. Watching you in the movies, with Ted's cock in your hand was TOO, TOO exciting!" "You too," I replied. "I can't believe we did that!" "They'd kill us if they knew", Jeannie said with a scheming smile on Ami Sakuragi face. "I don't think they're ready for that. But the ...(cont.) | Bunkasha.Com |
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