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Chapter 3 by bolkov bolkov

Does she let you stay?

No

"No, you goof," she says. She turns and sets the flowers down on a table. When she turns back around one of her hands is fingering the fabric stretched between her breasts. For just a second you get a glimpse of the edge of her breast. "You don't get any of this until tonight."

Your dick is rising in your pants. She stands close enough to you that her breasts just barely graze your chest. You can feel your dick pressing against her leg and know that she can feel it too.

She raises up on her toes and kisses you. Her tongue flicks out of her mouth and presses into your lips. You reach down and slide a hand up her smooth thigh and under her robe. She isn't wearing anything underneath.

"Naughty, naughty," she whispers, her lips still pressed against yours. She pulls back and your hand reemerges from beneath the robe.

She opens the door and playfully pushes you out.

"Don't be late," she says. She winks at you and closes the door.

You can still taste her on your lips. Your dick is throbbing as you walk back to your car. You want to jack off, but not in the parking lot of her apartment complex.

Instead...

Where do you go?

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