#50042 - Chelsea grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up over his head, his rippling chest was now exposed; she then threw him down onto the couch and crawled on top of him. He was leaning against the wall in the far corner; she said to her self in confidence, “I must have him”. Chelsea pulled away “lets get out of here ok?” she asked with a grin Brent followed her to her car.
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