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I was so wet. My nipples tingled. I needed him so badly. Where was he? What was taking so long? Didn't he know that I needed him? I lightly touched my nipples through my thin cotton shift, the only thing I was wearing. Their hardness gave testimony to the intensity of my desire. Dinner was warm on the stove, but I knew that I would probably have to reheat it. No way would I delay the...
Added 26 Sep 2010 | Category Love Stories
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