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Part 2: Confessions of a Puffing Sub
by Zenady Drummond
Welcome to part 2 of this delicious tale of wickedness. If you missed part 1, it's in our archives. But to get you started, here's where we left off:
oh, yes, you knew I would do it, I brought up my feet, near my ass cheeks, knees up, spreading myself to him, and rested that arm, the left one not holding the cigarette, on my left knee. My right arm, the one with the length of cigarette and holder at the end, I lifted and tossed back along the upper windshield, glamorously. What did he want to do to me now, I wondered. Would he be working his bone right now? Would he be wondering how tight and velvet
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Great story. Thanks. I can't wait for the rest