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Up and down, up and down, faster, faster, her hand yanking and swirling your
penis, her head against your shoulder, her eyes closed against this courtesy.
"Hmmmm?" she asks and when you say "nnnnnnn" she works her hand
faster, her face somewhere else, thinking about her outfit, about her mom,
about the slow steady beat of the Beatles' "Norwegian Wood." When it
starts she steps away and holds your penis out, introducing it to the large
maple you had been leaning against, letting you finish anywhere, anyplace, as
long as not near her.
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Joseph Monninger and Nerve.com
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