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By the time dinner was over

cropped image of molly's bottom in black lace panties

All evening she’d been flirting. Holding my gaze just that bit too long, running her fingers over mine, letting her hand graze across the front of my pants. The first time was fleeting. I wasn’t even sure she meant to do it but the second time her fingers lingered just long enough to tell me it wasn’t an accident. By the time dinner was over I could feel my dick sitting heavy and thick in my pants. Not fully hard but close enough. As the doors of the lift closed behind us, I reached for the hem of her skirt.

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The cheeky of molly's bottom framed by black lace panties

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  • Show Comments (3)

  • Elliott

    That 100 word story is so relatable. Pretty panties, pretty ass too.

  • Elliott

    That 100 word story sounds so familiar. Pretty panties, pretty ass too.

  • Lexy

    Super sexy story! I love the way you describe the flirting, it’s so subtle but it sure is exciting. 🖤

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