Sweaty curls of chocolate brown hair had escaped to reveal the white skin of her neck and listen to the lyric of their wandering journey, as she rode her bicycle through a public park, skinny jeans tight on every curve and curvier than anyone could ever need. She turns and becomes aroused.
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