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hot and bothered

in the darkness

my skirt hiked up

and your warm hands on my thighs

making me want to scream

yoour zipper is down

wanting to penetrate my insides

wanting to tear it apart

with sweet

pleasures

of the heart

we try not to make noise

but it is difficult

in these seats

they squeak

we laugh which makes us

want each other more

your tongue

hungrily searches my throat

for love

and

you squeeze me tight

with satisfaction

i scratch your back and

with one thrust

you enter me with force

while the movie plays

for the fifth time...