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Gotta love those objects in the rear view mirror...

"Fuck!" she was being edged, and like a good girl she fought to keep focused, staring at the dark eyes of their taxi driver reflecting in the rear view.

The men on each side of her spoke softly in some unknown tongue. Twenty long digits worked between her legs, spreading wet spiderweb filaments of scented arousal from pussy to nipple to her greedy little mouth.

"Please," she begged the head sliding down her center. Arching up to the tongue flicking, the fingers fucking, she held the stranger's gaze, gasping and tense, so fucking close.

Dark eyes scalding hers she climbed, slick pussy clenching, when he finally released her... spasming... screaming... with a slow, hot, wink.


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They say that imitation is the highest form of flattery. I used to believe that was true but that was before I discovered the power of a score and then a comment. Those make my baby girl heart go pitter-pat like cray-cray-crazy. Goodness! However, reprinting my little stories, sending any elsewhere without permission or God forbid treating it as if it was your own is just sad. I'm sure you wouldn't want to be that sad person...would you? So, just don't do that and we'll all be happy. This is just my way of saying, "All rights reserved. This story may not be copied, transmitted or reproduced or used in any manner, either in part or in full, without the express written permission of the author." There, now all done with that messiness. Thank you, thank you...little d...xoxo

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