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"Not anxious," Erica replied. "We do have classes in the morning though, we can't spend the whole night out here, as much as I may make you want to," she murmured, a little gasp escaping her as his hand slid into her shorts, making her body arch a little in response.
"Don't you have quickies in Russia?" she joked, trying to regain her concentration on the task at hand. He was so distracting, and who could blame her? Her hands were still working in his jeans, edging them down still, letting her hand absently graze against him through his underwear, teasing him more than a little deliberately. "My, it looks like you really do think I have a great ass, don't you?" she muttered, her hips moving gently against his hand, as she moved her own hand back to rub against him again, firmer this time.
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