#79069 - There were no more than twenty people left, and most of them were involved in a poker game that seemed to last forever. My hands drifted over her body, grabbing her breasts and squeezing them tightly, then moving downward again, rubbing the wet spot that formed where her legs met. She couldn’t stop laughing, and neither could I.
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