Ten car pile up here I am stuck With nothing to do And so my mind wanders no one could tell unless I thrash about when my orgasm comes they wouldn't see anything until I rip my shirt off to play with these rock hard nipples and thrust my naked lower half up above I could send ripples through my body as my finger tip circles my clit Thinking turns to action a hand slides down into my pants oh, traffic's moving guess I'll forget it
Reason for writing:
You gotta do something in a traffic jam...LOL
Birth sign: Gemini
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