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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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You called me over, led me in. Standing by the front door, I stop you walking further in by grabbing your arms. Facing me you embrace and I trace a finger along fabric down your back, cupping a buttock, plying it. You indicate you want me from behind, and I turn you. My hand circles you, finding a zip I release you, my fingers fondling you.
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