The Occupy Underground-3

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“They’re both down,” I said. Her hand squeezed my shoulder hard and I heard a high-pitched, throaty sound. I looked over. Her head was thrown back. I was hard again. I stood up and gathered her tiny body into my arms before she could say anything. She weighed nothing, and I lifted her. My lips were on hers, and rather than resisting, she opened her mouth to mine and put her arms around my neck. I carried to back to the mattress. She conjured another condom like a magician. This time she let me kiss her. *** After that second time, she actually lay with me when we were done, my arm around her shoulder, her perfect breasts pressing against me, her thigh resting on my softening c**k. “You’re fantastic,” she said, toying with my chest hair. “No, you are,” I said. “I don’t mean here. I

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