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The traffic light turned green and my head was pushed back onto the headrest once more.
As we raced along under the widely spaced streetlights, the darkness inside the car receded slightly and then re-intensified again and again, making shadows bikini girl hot hot in the car grow and shrink and grow and shrink. Watching Lara in that ever-shifting light, with the smoke from her cigarette drifting past her face towards the open window, she looked like a femme fatale from an old movie.
The smoke and Lara’s perfume mixed together creating an aroma cocktail that started blood flowing to my cock. I breathed it in deeply and felt my cock start to thicken and lengthen.
Then the smell of acrid smoke from the tip of the cigarette was suddenly replaced with the smell of milder, exhaled smoke. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the smell. Blood continued to flow into my cock, and it began to rise girl in a bikini fraction of an inch every time my heart beat. |
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