#39810 - Rolling onto my stomach, my breath quickened as I felt the leather on my wrists. As Sunday night football played on full blast and we reclined on the couch, I began to leisurely trace my fingers along your waistband. Per-usual, if you are not legally of age to read or watch anything that involves sex, then you must leave this page.
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