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The quiet night

Little flowery dress on the cute teenager
As she strides down alley to meet a handsome guy
All bubbly and smiling as the attention fly
Seeing his dark figure was starting love fever

She couldn't let him go, she simply mesmerized
By the deep connection, his words of her beauty
And longing for a kiss, from the lips of bounty
As they exchange glances that sealed her inner prize

Taking drive to country in his rusting old truck
She thought he was special, her own genuine knight
As he picked quiet spot to park and face her sight

The hands found her small frame, as he found his wet luck
She kissed him with passion but wanted no further
Founding herself on back with him in as burglar

◄ The massage

The park bench ►

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