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Potato? How about mashed? - "Loverboy" Vinnie Lane - 02-23-2020
All was quiet inside the residence of the XWF's X-treme Champion. Late night, his house was dark save for the mellow white light of the moon outside. Alone in the dark and quiet of his home the champion slept, lost in blissful slumber, unaware of the huntress on the prowl and nearing his doorstep. Unannounced but not uninvited, Sexy Shane slipped through the threshold and into the lair of her prey. Potato he had said.
Inside his bedroom, deft and gentle hands pulled back covers and exposed a helpless sleeping Fuzz. The sudden change of temperature caused him to stir and incoherently mumble something. Unable to contain a giggle, Sexy Shane covered her mouth almost spoiling this pin attempt entirely. Once composed she crawled into the champions bed and the weight of her body soon straddled Fuzz's.
"What the fuh!" Awake, aware, and has expected Fuzz tried to buck her off but being scissored between her legs and she being trained as she was, it was a failed transition.
"Sexy Shane? What are you doing here? A finger pressed against his lips followed with the rest her. Cheek to cheek the scent of Ivy and rose pervaded vape infused sheets while a throaty rasp answered, "Hello Dove."
Sexy Shane sensed his body relax, most of it atleast. Still pressed against him, her hands drifted the lengths of his arms interlocking her fingers with his and pinned them above his head. A growing pressure was felt at that place between her thighs, a place laden with heat and immodest dampness.
This time she didn't hold back and giggled softly in Fuzz's ear, "You know why I'm here. Potato...remember?"
She rolled her hips, "I have you on your back."
Again, she rolled her hips, "The sooner you kickout...the sooner it's over"
Hips began to roll again only to abruptly stop.
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Potato? How about mashed? - Shawn Warstein - 02-23-2020
Nope.
Do
Not
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Kickout