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I was laying in bed early this morning, around two, spooning with the sixteen-years-old girl I met at the martini-bar dance-hall, my hard cock pressed against her tight-ass, and she turned her head to me and inquired, "What are you doing, it's too late to have sex." So, I rolled over, and laid back-to-back with her. Then, I awoke about seven, like when I used to get up on-time, and she was in the bathroom, primping for a day-shift at the coffeehouse, adjusting her nose-ring and applying too much mascara -- hey, it's my fantasy --, and I sidled up to her and ran my fingertips over her trimmed business. Again, though, I was admonished: "Oh, we cannot have sex, it's too early, and I have to go to work."
Damn.
When does the vagina open around her? Does it ever go from egg mcmuffin to burger? Too late, too early.... Sheesh.
(And, so I don't wind up accused of pulling a Barnicle, I ripped this from Msr Dave Attell.)
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