I crush my mouth to hers, our tongues dance and mingle together. My hands take the hem of her shirt and lift it over her head. Her hair falls across her bare shoulders. I step back and take in her black lace bra and those damn sexy pants of hers. Like a young Olivia Newton John in Grease. She bends down and slides her heels off her feet, exposing her hooker-red painted toes. I love hooker-red toes. I love her hooker-red toes.
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