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Lara barked a delighted laugh, and as the smell of the smoke combined with her perfume, I strained against Lara’s grip trying again to touch myself bitch mobile.
“Wallflower, I’m becoming more fascinated with you by the minute.” She held the cigarette beside her ear. “You don’t smoke yourself?”
I shook bitch mobile my head. “I tried it when I was in high school. I hated it, couldn’t figure out how anybody could like it.”
“But you like the smell?” She took another drag, still smiling as she did.
“I don’t like the smell by itself. But when it’s mixed with perfume, to me that’s the smell of a woman. Not a girl, but a real woman who is a force to be bitch mobile reckoned with.”
She pursed her lips and blew the stream of smoke up in my face. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply and suddenly Lara was standing and holding her wrist under my nose, her perfume filling my nose along with her smoke. The top of my skull felt like it was trying to float away. Then Lara’s hand closed bitch mobile around the head of my cock and squeezed gently. |
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