#314877 - It felt like there was a fire where our loins met, our union was hard and quick, moving as wildly as animals as we bucked and writhed in that reclining chair. Sometimes I wished she inherited my black hair because her golden hair seemed to grab the attention of anyone she was around. You see, I was developing a technology that would make moving cargo by freight or plane obsolete, people could ship items or even themselves in moments from one part of the planet to another.
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Oh my god they were roommates
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So sexy feet you have