Claire
She wore a dove gray fedora. A black hat band sprouted a small blue jay feather, electric against the gray felt. It was snowing lightly and the fat flakes perched on the brim of her hat. We stood in the sun on the windy platform waiting for the streetcar. She was looking over the tracks, her face alive, a bright sparkle in her eyes. The breeze played in her long blonde hair, and she dug her bare hands into the pockets of her jacket. I had never seen anyone as beautiful, and I wished that she was waiting for me.
Ecstacy
She sucked on me until I was hard enough, then pulled her dress off over her head and leaned her elbows on the table. I pulled down my pants and shuffled in behind her naked ass. I held my dick in my hand and took aim. She was so wet I was balls deep without hardly trying. A few minutes of wild humping, knocking silverware and dishes to the floor, and we came, shouting our ecstasy together. We fell to the floor, pulling the tablecloth with us. Despite the applause, I don't think we'll be invited back to that restaurant.
Claire
Claire
She wore a dove gray fedora. A black hat band sprouted a small blue jay feather, electric against the gray felt. It was snowing lightly and the fat flakes perched on the brim of her hat. We stood in the sun on the windy platform waiting for the streetcar. She was looking over the tracks, her face alive, a bright sparkle in her eyes. The breeze played in her long blonde hair, and she dug her bare hands into the pockets of her jacket. I had never seen anyone as beautiful, and I wished that she was waiting for me.
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