OnlyFans Girl - Chapter 26-30 (Patreon)

As always, please remember that these chapters are written as warm ups  for my larger writing, so don't expect the same level of story planning  and quality - these are off the cuff and meant to be fun exercises!

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Chapter 26

Just before lunch, you messaged Gemma over the official Slack channel that the office used for messaging. ‘Hey, Bodega?’

Gemma, sitting just down the table from you, raised her eyebrow a moment later and glanced up at you, then back down to her computer screen and typed quickly. ‘Sure. Why this?’

We knew the law office had keyloggers on our work laptops, and the Slack could be checked by any of the Partners, so you, Gemma, Sabrina, and Eric had all taken to being as brief as you could on it. Andy, of course, said whatever came to mind. Sometimes he messaged on it late at night, asking if anyone wanted to come over for drunk pizza.

‘Want to ask your advice on something without You Know Who tagging along.’ You sent it, then realized she might think you meant Sabrina. Shit, was she going to think you wanted to gossip about Sabrina - or worse, that you wanted to talk to her about Sabrina?

Gemma just replied with a Thumbs Up emoji, and you all worked for another five minutes until the clock hit twelve.

“It’s a sub day for me,” Eric said, standing and stretching. “Anyone else want to make the run?”

“You buying?” Andy asked.

“No,” Eric said. “Dude, you can buy your own sub.”

“Fine, I’ll still come,” Andy sighed. They left quickly; the trip down to the sub shop, the wait and the trip back would take most of our break.

“You want me to grab you anything from the Bodega, Sabrina?” you asked.

“Um, sure. I’ll get one of those pre packaged salads, please,” she said. “The one with the chicken if it’s there.”

“I’ll come with,” Gemma said, standing. She was wearing a dark blouse with a floral print over a tan skirt that seemed tight and came down to her knees, and her usual dark 1” heels. Dressy enough to look good, but not to over do it.

“Cool, let’s go,” you said, and left together. You glanced back at Sabrina on your way out the door and she gave you a bright smile and a thumbs up.

You’d made it to the elevator before Gemma turned to you. “Alright, spill. Why do you want to talk to me without Sabrina around? Because we’re cool, but I don’t know if I’m ready to give advice on where you can hook up again or something.”

“No, ugh, I knew you were going to think that right after I sent it,” you sighed. “I meant Andy and Eric. Well, also Sabrina, but not Sabrina specifically.”

“Oh,” Gemma said, a little surprised. The elevator arrived and you got in, and you hit the button for the ground floor. “So, you actually have some advice on something?”

“Sort of,” you said. “You’re a confident person, right? Well, I met this really confident woman recently and I’ve decided that I’m interested in getting to know her better. I’m just wondering how you think I should approach someone who seems to have life by the balls and everything going for them.”

“Oh, alright,” Gemma frowned. You could see the gears turning in her head. “What about Sabrina, though?”

“Sabrina has made it completely clear that we aren’t going to be a couple,” you said. “And don’t get me wrong, I think she and I could be good together, but I’m going to respect what she wants. Plus, this woman I’m interested in… well, let’s just say she is very much a First Pick kind of woman. She’s absolutely gorgeous, has great style and poise. She’s very smart and driven, I wouldn’t be surprised if she ended up a corporate lawyer, or some sort of prosecutor. And when she smiles it sort of lights up the room and makes me forget what I’m doing.”

“Wow, John,” Gemma said. “You kind of sound smitten. Who is she? She’s not, like, some forty year old MILF or something, is she?”

The elevator stopped and opened, and you stepped out. “Hey Becks,” you both said at the same time as you passed the secretary’s desk.

“Hey Gemma, John,” Becks said, giving a wave from her desk. It looked like she was managing some sort of scheduling binder so we didn’t say any more.

Once we’d exited the office building, you turned to walk down the street towards the bodega. “So, first off no, I’m not interested in a forty year old MILF,” you said. “But you do know her.”

Gemma frowned again, pressing her lips together and eyeing me sideways. “If you just tell me, this will be a lot easier to help you,” she said.

“Just try,” you said.

“Alright, well, if she’s as amazing as you say, and she’s confident and she knows who you are - wait, are you trying to get a date with Becks?”

“What? No,” you said. “Well, I mean Becks is pretty, but- No, no, it’s not her.”

“Alright, well, like I was saying, if she’s everything you say she is, and she knows who you are and you’re not being creepy or whatever, then you should just walk up to her and say, ‘Hey, whoever you are. I’d like to take you out tonight if you’re free.’ And then outline a plan for the date.”

“Alright, that makes sense,” you said. “So you think she’d want me to just be direct?”

“Yes, John,” Gemma said. “Surprisingly, women only like games when they’re fun and they already know you decently well.”

“Huh, alright, good to know,” you nodded.

You two entered the bodega and quickly grabbed your usual lunch items, and you remembered at the last minute to grab some Reese's cups for Sabrina at the counter. After finishing at the cash, you both headed out again.

“So you’re really not going to tell me who it is?” Gemma asked. “I’m going to have to find out through the rumour mill or something?”

“Oh, you’ll know pretty much as soon as I ask, I promise,” you said. “Believe me, I wouldn’t hide it from you, that would be weird.”

She gave you a look. “OK. You realize this has been kind of a weird conversation, right?”

“Well, yeah, but it was fun,” you smiled. “Oh, by the way, Gemma, I’d like to take you out tonight. I was thinking we could meet up at seven at that arcade bar down on Fifth, then we could take a walk down Main street and hit the food trucks in Beaumont Park for a snack.”

Gemma opened her mouth, and then closed it again. “Wow,” she finally said. “I walked right into that one, didn’t I?”

“You did,” you grinned. “So seven?”

“Make it eight,” she said. “My roommates called a meeting for six and I have no idea how long they’ll take.”

“Eight it is,” you said.

You both walked quietly for a moment, and then Gemma grinned. “So, First Pick kind of woman, huh? Style and poise? Laying it on pretty thick there, Romeo.”

“Was I lying?” you asked.

She chuckled and then preened a little bit as she tucked some of her platinum blonde hair behind her ear. “No, I guess you weren’t.”

Chapter 27

The three of you, Sabrina, Gemma and yourself, ate lunch together in the office and none of you brought up the relationship stuff that had been going on between you.Things, it felt like, were back to normal. By the time you all were back to work, Andy and Eric returned from lunch fifteen minutes late and in a rush.

Thankfully, for them at least, none of the Partners or associates noticed. Still, the afternoon felt like it dragged on as files came into the conference and were sent back out with sticky notes and highlighter. It was around four oclock when you went to grab some water from the kitchen. As you were sipping it you got a text from Sabrina. ‘Check OF!!!’

You frowned and looked up and down the hallway. Trent, one of the associates, had just left the kitchen as you were coming in so you were now alone. You switched off your wifi and then brought up Sabrina’s OnlyFans page. The first thing you noticed was that she must have timed the upload release of the video you’d helped her with last night - it had released about an hour ago and had a surprising number of views. Her last video had a lot of views as well.

Holy shit, Sabrina subscriber count had shot up by over 1000 since last night. You weren’t completely sure of the backend split that OnlyFans gave the models, but that had to be well over $5000 extra dollars in Sabrina pocket just this month alone.

‘Holy shit. That’s awesome!’ you texted back. ‘I think you owe me dinner, tho.’

‘I owe u appetizers, dinner, dessert, and then a late night coffee.’ she texted, along with a series of emojis that you were pretty sure were meant to be sexual.

Then Sabrina came down the hall, and seeing you was alone she skipped into the kitchen, right up to me, and raised on her tiptoes and kissed me on the mouth. No tongue, unfortunately, and it was sweet and cute and made your heart flutter a little.

“OK,” she said. “Don’t talk about that here, obvi. But tell me, did you ask her?”

“I did,” you said. “We’re going out tonight. The arcade bar on fifth, then the Beaumont food trucks.”

“Oh, that’s a good date. Nice thinking,” Sabrina said. “I’m actually kinda jealous.”

“Really?” you asked. “I thought-”

“Not of the date, of the food,” Sabrina assured you.

“Well, we can still go do the food trucks as friends. It doesn’t have to be a date,” you said.

“And that, John, is yet another reason why I want to-” she stuck her tongue into her cheek and made the universal hand sign for blowjob.

“Good to know. Bring food, get fun,” you laughed.

“Definitely,” Sabrina nodded. “Well, good food, anyways. McDonalds might get you a quick flash at best.”

“Hey, better than nothing,” you said.

She snorted and shook her head. “OK, so what time is your date?”

“Eight,” you told her.

“Ooh, OK,” Sabrina said. “Text me your address. I’ll be at your place at six.”

“Wait, you what?” you asked.

“I’ll be at your place at six,” she said. “I’ll help you pick out the right outfit.”

“Sabrina, just because I’m not a natural secretary whisperer doesn’t mean I can’t dress myself.”

“Pick out your outfit was code for blowing you so you’re not constantly thinking of sex during the date,” Sabrina said.

“Oh…” you said. “Uh, OK. Um. Thanks?”

“Looking forward to it,” Sabrina laughed. You both started walking back to the conference room again.

“Hey, um, any chance you… would actually help me pick out my outfit?”

Sabrina snorted. “Yeah, I can do that too.”

Back in the office you were all settled into your work again when Eric messaged you over the Slack. ‘Yo.’

You looked over and he was staring hard at his laptop screen. Frowning, you messaged back. ‘What’s up?’

‘Do you think I should ask Gemma out?’

Oh, god. How were you supposed to answer this? You could tell him yes to watch him crash and burn, or you could tell him no and then, if things went well between you and Gemma, he could get mad. You decided that today was a good day, and you didn’t want to risk karma taking it out on you later. ‘Probably not. I have a date with her tonight.’

“What?” Eric blurted out.

“Something wrong?” Sabrina asked.; We were all staring at him.

“Oh, uh, nothing,” Eric said. “I just… lost some work I didn’t get to save.”

“Bummer,” Gemma said, and went back to her highlighting.

‘When did this happen??!? Why didn’t you tell me???!!’

You sighed and shook your head. ‘Literally 4 hours ago. We’ve been in this room since then.’

‘Dude. Nice. Get a pic of them titties for me.’

‘Eric, this is the Slack chat.’

‘O, fuk.’

You were fairly certain Eric spent the rest of the day trying to google ways to delete Slack chat comments.

Chapter 28

The last hour of the day absolutely dragged by. You weren’t sure what  you were more excited for, your date with Gemma or your… not-a-date?  What did you even call your plans with Sabrina? Just ‘plans?’

Suffice to say, you got very little done. And then the day ended  pretty much like any other - you all packed up your things and started  filing out of the office all at the same time. Waiting at the elevator,  Gemma snuck you a little smile and a wink, but that was all you could do  without tipping off Erc and Andy.

“Well, see you all tomorrow,” Sabrina said at the door. We all mumbled back our agreements, and went our  separate ways to various nearby public transit - except for Andy, whose  parents had gotten him a one bedroom apartment for the summer right in  downtown, just two blocks from the office. Which was yet another  appalling detail of his constant lateness.

The bus ride was packed, but you managed to get a seat and  immediately started annoying the people around you with your nervous leg  bouncing.

It took about thirty minutes of transit and walking to get to your  apartment, and when you walked in you found your roommate Mosche was  sitting in front of the TV in nothing but his boxers, an open jar of  peanut butter balanced on his stomach, a spook hanging from his mouth,  and porn on the big screen set to some trap beat.

“Oh, shit!” he said, scrambling to cover the fact that he’d been  clearly tenting his boxers while also trying to stop his airplay from  his phone. The jar of peanut butter went tumbling away from him and  rolled to a stop at your feet.

“Dude, what the fuck!?” you said.

“Why are you home so early? You’re not usually home this early,”  Mosche shouted. He’d gotten a pillow over his crotch but was fumbling  with his phone, turning up the music by accident before finally getting  it stopped.

“Dude, it’s after 5:30, I’m always home at this time. What the fuck?  Why are you doing this out here?” At the moment you weren’t feeling  inclined to mention that you’d jerked off in that same seat last night,  but you’d known Mosche wouldn’t be back.

Maybe I should stop making assumptions like that, you thought to yourself.

“Oh, fuck, I lost track of time. I was- This chick was talking to me  last night about tantric sex stuff, and said I should try it, and I was  like ‘If I figure it out we should do it together’ and she was like ‘If  you figure it out we can fuck all weekend, literally’ and so… that’s  what I’ve been doing today?”

You really didn’t know what to say to all of that. “Mosche, I- just…  I’ve got someone coming over in thirty minutes, OK? Just get yourself  cleaned up. We’ll probably be in my room for a bit, but dear god just  put some fucking clothes on?”

“Yeah, sure, yeah,” Mosche nodded. “Wait, is it a girl?”

You closed your eyes and took in a breath. “Yes, it’s a girl.”

“Do you think she knows anything about tantric sex? I’m really not figuring this out.”

“Watch a fucking youtube video or something, Mosche! I swear, if you bring up tantric sex to Sabrina I will heckle the shit out of you every comedy night you do for the rest of the summer.”

Mosche held up his hands in surrender. “Fine, fine! It was just a question.”

“Fuck, dude,” you said, shaking your head and heading to your room.

You quickly changed out of your work clothes and into some baggy  athletic shorts and a t-shirt, then re-thought things and grabbed a fast  shower. By the time you were back out and dressed again, it was almost  6pm. You grabbed your phone and realized you’d missed texts from Sabrina.

‘OMW. I’m bringing dinner, what do you want?’

‘John what do u want to eat?’

‘A girl coming to give you blowjob is offering to bring you food as well, and you ignore her?’

‘KK, chicken nuggies from McD’s it is.’

“Shit,” you sighed, and quickly typed. ‘Sorry, was in shower. Nuggets are more than fine if you already have them.’

She replied by sending you back a photo, her face scrunched up  looking silly next to a bag of McDonald’s. In the background it looked  like she was in a car.

You took what time you had left to quickly clean your room - aka  shoving your dirty laundry into the hamper instead of the floor of your  closet, emptying your garbage can (mostly to hide the amount of dirty  kleenex in there), and spraying Febreeze liberally over… well, over  everything. You were just making your bed when there was a knock out at  the door to the apartment.

“I got it,” Mosche yelled to you.

“No, I got it!” you said, rushing out.

Mosche was already opening the door, thankfully wearing sweatpants  and a t-shirt now, to reveal a big, burly guy stuffed into a delivery  driver uniform from a local pizza place. Sabrina leaned from behind him and waved. “Hey, we got here at the same time,” she said. “You should have told me you ordered pizza.”

“Oh, that’s mine,” Mosche said. He stepped out into the hall to deal with the delivery guy, and you invited Sabrina in.

“I didn’t even know he ordered it,” you said. “And believe me,  there’s probably enough garlic and anchovies on there you probably don’t  want to be around when he opens the box. Come on.”

You led Sabrina around  to your room, and she handed you the bag of McDonald’s and you sat it on  the bed. “Hey,” you said, finally breaking into a smile.

“Hey,” she said, and came in for a hug. She was wearing a pair of  preppy jean booty shorts that hugged her tight body, and a summery tank  top that showed the outline of her bra, along with flip flops, and your  sunglasses perched on top of her head.

When you separated from the hug, she held your arms and looked you up  and down. “Well, at least you smell good, but please tell me this isn’t  your date outfit?”

“No, god no,” you said. “I figured you’d want to start from scratch.”

“Very, very true,” Sabrina grinned. “How about you break out the nuggies and sauce, and I’ll start  browsing what we have to work with?” She turned to your closet and  immediately began flipping through your shirts.

“Sure, yeah,” you said, sitting on the bed.

You’d kind of been expecting the blowjob to come first, but food was good, too.

Chapter 29

Five minutes later and half of your closet was out and scattered across your room. Sabrina had connected your your wireless speaker and was playing a song that had a kind of dark, electronic edge and a crooning voice singing about a sort of vaguely sexual encounter. Or maybe it was a breakup? It was hard to keep track as you were also trying to follow what Sabrina was saying.

“This one has potential,” she said. She’d had you stand and was holding shirts up to you, then tossing them in a Maybe pile and a No pile. “This one, definitely not.”

“Oh, it’s not that bad,” you said. She’d held up a black t-shirt with a big, old school Marvel print on it. “I mean, it’s not a date shirt, but you just scoffed like it’s garbage.”

“John, look at me,” she said, putting a hand on your shoulder and looking up into your eyes. “Listen to me carefully. If you want to fuck, you need Gemma to see you as the catch you can be. A super hero shirt doesn’t exactly scream ‘I’m the guy your pussy wants.’”

You thought about arguing with her for a second, then just decided it wasn’t worth it. “Alright,” you said.

“Good,” she nodded. “Now nugget me,” and she opened her mouth, her hands still full of your clothes. You held up another chicken nugget and she took a bite of it, scrunching up her nose and growling like she was an animal tearing into its prey. “Grrrr.”

“Nice,” you snorted.

She pursed her lips as she chewed, making a face. “I am woman, hear me roar.”

The fashion teardown finally came to an end once Sabrina had narrowed your entire wardrobe down to two shirts and two different pants. “You said it was an arcade bar, right? Like with pinball machines and stuff?”

“Yeah, exactly,” I said. I’d finished stuffing my own face with the nuggets as well, and was wiping my mouth with the McDonald’s napkin. “She seemed interested.”

“Mmm, maybe,” Sabrina said, “Or Gemma was just humouring you. Hard to know, I don’t actually know all that much about what she does in her off time. Maybe she’s a secret nerd or something. Anyways, these pants for sure. I’m still not sure about the shirt.”

“Anything I can do to help?” you asked.

“Actually, there is,” Sabrina said, and then she picked up all of the clothes she’d thrown on your bed and tossed them into one big pile up near the head. She got up on the now-cleared space and sat on her knees. “Come here.”

You did, standing in front of her. Sabrina looked up at you and cocked her head, then reached up and ran her fingers through your hair. “We’re going to need to do something with this, too,” she said.

“As you wish,” you said. This whole thing felt sort of surreal, one hot chick helping you get ready to go on a date with another.

“See, that’s part of what I like about you, John,” Sabrina said. “Sometimes you stand up for yourself or take the initiative, and you know when to get out of your own way and let a woman teach you a thing or two.”

“Oh, I’m allowed to take what I want sometimes?” you said with a smirk.

“Well yeah,” Sabrina said, and licked her lips. “That’s how you ended up with two fingers stretching my pussy in the copy room.”

You took her chin in your hand, your finger and thumb split and running up either side of her jaw, and leaned down and kissed her. Now, you’d kissed Sabrina before. This was the first time you were really taking the kiss though, and she eagerly came up to meet you. She sucked in a breath through her nose as your lips met, and you pushed your tongue into her mouth and she hummed in appreciation.

Sabrina reached for your waist, her hand quickly pushing past your shorts and down to your cock, while you used the hand not on her jaw to palm her small tit through her shirt and bra. Inside your shorts she wrapped her small fingers around your quickly hardening cock and gave you a couple of tugs.

Your kiss ended, but as you started to pull away she licked your lips again. Her eyes, big and mesmerizing, looked at you with want.

“No sex tonight,” Sabrina said.

“Not even if I take it?” you asked.

She shook her head. “I know you won’t, because I’m saying no,” she said.

“Why?” you asked, breathing deeply through your nose as she thrust your shorts down to your ankles and took your cock in both hands, slowly jerking you.

“Because, daddy,” Sabrina said, smirking at the nickname. “Tonight you’re going to go out with Gemma, and it wouldn’t be fair to her. Your night with her should be special for both of you.”

“Sabrina, I really doubt even if the date goes super well that Gemma is going to just have sex with me this fast. Not even you went that fast.”

“Fair,” Sabrina said. “But she still can’t smell pussy on you if she gives you a blowjob or something. So that means you just get my pretty little mouth tonight.”

She leaned forward and kissed the head of my now raging hard cock with the lightest feather of a kiss, and looked up to me again. “Got it, daddy?”

Chapter 30

“As you wish,” you said, once again quoting the Princess Bride to her without Sabrina seeming to realize it.

“Good daddy,” she smirked, then leaned forward again and took the head of your cock into her mouth as she looked up at you with her big eyes.

“You know, if you keep calling me that, I’m seriously going to give you a spanking until your ass is red,” you said.

“Mmm, pwomitheth,” she grinned around your cock.

Sabrina went to work on you. Back in the copy room, there had been that thrill of the entire day, and doing it at work, that had been buzzing in your mind. Now you were here, comfortable in your shitty sublease of a room, Mosche somewhere out there in the apartment eating his stinky pizza, and you had all the time in the world to just enjoy it.

The first thing you realized was that Sabrina loved to use her tongue. She rubbed it on the bottom of your head, she trailed it up and down the side of your shaft. She would take little licks, and then she would talk a long lick like she was eating an ice cream cone. You also noticed that she tried her damndest to keep eye contact with you, which was fucking hot at any time of day, but for some reason when she would fumble for just that moment, missing her mouth with your dick and needing to readjust, it was the cutest and sexiest thing.

“You are just a special girl, Sabrina,” you moaned.

“Mmm, thank you, baby,” she said. “You’re pretty special yourself. Have I mentioned I love the taste of your cock?”

“Not today you haven’t,” you said, though you couldn’t remember if she’d said it to you yesterday or not.

“Well, maybe I’ll have to remind you every day,” she said, before taking you halfway into her mouth again and sucking you like a straw. “Mmmm, your precum is perfect,” she hummed once she released you again.

“You really like it that much?” you asked.

“Mhmm,” she nodded, holding your dick with one hand and giving you this innocent, earnest look.

“Do you have a cum fetish?” you asked.

“Not really,” she said. “I mean, I’ve had sex and all, but I’ve never really explored stuff like that.”

“Where have you had cum on you before, then?” you asked. “I want to cum somewhere you haven’t had it before. We can see how it makes you feel.”

“Um, well in my mouth obviously. And once on my face, but my boyfriend shot small loads so it wasn’t much,” she said. “And on my ass a bunch when he’d pull out after doggie. Any time we fucked doggie style he’d cum really quick.”

“That it?” you asked.

“Mhmm,” she hummed again. She hadn’t stopped playing with and teasing you while you talked.

“Take off your shirt and bra,” you told her.

She did it without question. Sabrina pulled her shirt up from the waist, pulling it right over her head, and then undid her bra and set both garments aside.

“Fuck, Sabrina,” you groaned, and leaned down and immediately took one of her small tits in your mouth, mauling the other one in your hand as you held her still at her bare waist. Her nipple was already firmed up and you played your tongue over it, sucking hard.

“Oh, John. Fuck, yes, do it like that,” she moaned. “Fuck, no one’s been that hard on my tits before and it feels so fucking… huuuh, that’s good.”

You switched tits, sucking on the other and pinched the nipple you had just left in between your fingers. You took your time, enjoying her small tits and smooth skin and just the smell of her as she ran her fingers through your hair and crooned wordlessly.

Eventually, you pulled away and stood back up, looking down at her as she cupped her tits, feeling her roughly treated nipples. “Back in your mouth now,” you told her, and she leaned forward and took your direction. “Fuck yes, Sabrina. I’m going to come on your tits. I’m going to spray my hot cum all over them.”

“Mmm,” she hummed, and reached up and started hacking you off as she sucked hard on your head. Always with her eyes up to watch you.

“Is that what you want? You want me to drain my balls all over you?” you asked. “You’re such a slut for my cock, Sabrina. Yesterday you showed me everything in a public restaurant. Your little tits, you puffy, needy little cunt. Anyone could have seen you, but you did it just to tease me. And then we risked everything because you couldn’t wait another second for my cock. At work? Really? Is that how hungry you are for it?”

“Yes,” she hissed, jerking you faster and faster as she aimed you down at her chest. “Yes, I want it, John. Fuck, this is so fucking wrong, fucking you. You’re not my boyfriend. We’ve barely even been friends for a month. Before then you were just a boy I saw in my classes. Fuck, my nipples are so fucking hard right now, I’m such a fucking whore thinking about your cock.”

“How many people saw you orgasm just to the view of my cock on the video from yesterday, Sabrina?” you asked.

Sabrina bit her lip, looking like you might as well have been fingering her and driving her towards her own orgasm. “Almost fifteen hundred last I checked,” she moaned. “Fifteen hundred men and women, who know I’m an absolute slut for your cock, John.”

You came, your balls pulling up hard into you and your cock throbbing in her grip. You pulsed half a dozen times, your cum hitting her chest in thick splorts and leaving her looking like a splatter painting.

“Fuck, fuck,” you panted, backing away from her a bit when she leaned forward and sucked your cockhead again, pulling the last bit of cum from you.

Sabrina looked up at you, that last string of semen on her tongue as she stuck it out at you, then she swallowed it with this look on her face like she was right on the edge of her own delicious orgasm.

“Shorts and panties off,” you ordered her, and just like before Sabrina started to follow your orders, leaning back to sit on her ass and pushing down her jean shorts and thong.

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