Squeezing Dylan's cock with her cunt as she rose up and sank down on his cock. Dylan kissed her neck and shoulder. Sinking his teeth into her shoulder...as he felt her nearing her climax. Her breathing turning into gasps. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her upper body against his as she bounced faster and faster. Her teeth pressing on his shoulder through the cotton of his shirt as she worked for her release. Dylan reached down and rubbed her clit. His fingers brushing and flicking.. She would come to class wearing a shirt from her favorite team and I wouldn't hesitate to razz her about it. She'd give it back to me too, when it was appropriate, and that was basically the extent of our friendship. One day, walking home from school, I saw Danielle biking down the street. I noticed her and waved, and she smiled and waved in return. I figured that would be that, but she slowed to a stop in front of me. "Hey!" she said in a friendly tone."Hi" I replied coolly. "Do you live near. More

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