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What she’s doing while you’re out drinking with your Oktoberfest buds
by Ronjay Eduvas | Sep 30, 2011
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It was a late Wednesday afternoon when my guy fetched me after work. As I got in his car, he kissed my lips. His gaze lingered on my legs since I was in my corporate attire, wearing a pencil-cut skirt. Being the kinky girlfriend that I was, I teased him more, opening my legs a little for him see. That drove him crazy.

We started French kissing as I stroked him down there. His hand found its way through my lacy undies. He wanted to hump me right then and there. The only thing was, we were stuck in rush hour traffic. We couldn’t take it anymore. I unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants and gave him head. He slapped my firm ass while I was busy playing with his package. Before I knew it, he was on top of me. Our heavy breathing matched the still heavy traffic. He got busy as he did me sideways; he even attempted to do me doggie—his favorite position.

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As usual, I talked dirty so he would perform harder. My then-sideways position gave me a good look of the traffic situation outside but I couldn’t care less— my guy was humping and ramming angrily against my hot bumper! We were so horny that we even got this crazy idea of getting out of the car, amid the heavy traffic, and doing the deed in public. Imagine what kind of crazy entertainment that would be for the angry motorists.
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