Calls At The Wrong Time

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Michael I lay Y/N down as the movie speaks loudly into the car. The car shakes and jerks as I waste no time in making Y/N wet. We were supposed to be watching a movie in the drive-in, but her tights made me notice her big hips and her V-neck was exposing her breasts. I couldn't help myself other than to attack her with hickies and one thing led to another. Her moans fill the mustang and I hear people groan. They came to enjoy the movie but Y/N's moans are louder than the movie-not my fault. I glide my tongue over her neck and down, between her breasts and taste the strawberry juice I poured earlier. I groan as I suddenly stop and inch myself deeper into her tunnel of wetness. The air is on high, blowing and drying my hair. "Michael!" She digs her long nails into back and begs me to be d

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