Monday, March 9, 2009

Oh Jenna

Pulled me into the copy room. I said, "We can get in so much trouble."

You said, "Baby turn out the light. Mostly everyone is gone for the day."

I went right for you. Your hair smelled like shampoo and your neck had some other scent. We kissed fast but we were grabbing. You undid my belt and I took off your panties and pushed your skirt up.

A couple of grinds and I was inside you. You were so light we could fuck standing and facing each other.

Your hair stuck on my lips.

Your breath in my ear as you said, "Don't drop me, baby. Please don't let me fall."

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