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Johnny:Bye doll.

Somehow, another room magically popped up called Dark Corner Bar, occupied by only two people. Right. Neither of us signed off. I think we didn’t feel “finished.”

*** You are in room “Dark Corner Bar” ***

Frankie:::closing my eyes, smiling, squeezing your breasts gently::

Johnny:::sliding hand along your stockings, moving up under your dress:: ::turning your back to the lounge:: Oh, baby, you got a touch, you do.

Frankie:::opening my legs a bit wider::

Johnny:::sliding my knee in between your legs:: ::pushing you down on my thigh::

Frankie:Ahh! yesss.

Johnny:Ride, baby. Ride it for me.

Frankie:::pushing down against your leg, eyes locked on yours::

Johnny:::breathing:: You look so good. ::sliding hand in between your legs, dipping in::

Frankie:::tossing my hair out of my face, riding your leg in time to the music::

Johnny:So nice and wet…

Frankie:::riding your leg, more urgently:: ::standing up suddenly, widening my stance::

Johnny:::sliding my fingers over your clit, one finger, then two, inside you::

Frankie:::reaching up to your breasts, bringing my fingers around your nipples::

Frankie:Want you inside me… your hand. Now, please, baby!

Johnny:::Looking around, can’t resist::

Johnny:::putting more fingers inside you… pushing hard::

Frankie:::purring:: You are… ::gasp::

Johnny:::rubbing your clit hard, breathing into your neck::

Frankie:::rolling your nipples in my fingers, harder now, hips back and forth on your hand::

Johnny:::my own wetness warm… ::riding the seam of my pants::

Frankie:::bringing my hand down to between your legs::

Johnny:::lifting you with my knee::

::pulling you to me, pushing my hand inside you::

Frankie:Everything I’ve got, Johnny. ::running my hand hard over your fly, squeezing down on your hand inside me::

Johnny:I’m not gonna lose it here, baby, but it sure feels good. ::dancing to the music, pushing my hand in and out::

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06WHAT’S ALL THE TALK?

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