Paul was hot and breathing heavily, kissing my neck and back from behind before quickly pulling away. "Don't forget about Saturday. I don't want to have to come get you," he warned. Then he zipped up his pants and started whistling as he strutted out of my apartment like a boss.
I was left standing there, my ass exposed, with drops of Paul's semen slowly dripping from my buttcheeks.
Love,
Chrissy
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