Mackenzie M.G.

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A cool breeze drifts through the car as he grips my head with his palm and pulls me in for a kiss, a second before pushing me onto my back, twisting to settle between my legs and driving into me until he’s buried.
Mackenzie M.G.
That’s one big car to make this physically possible
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