It's lunchtime, I know just where you will be. I've spent the morning picturing you and planning this. Moist with anticipation, I avoid touching to see just how wet I am. Instead, I clench my thighs, feeling the delicious ache, as I dress in my stretchy, tight black skirt and a purple tank top. Only my pair of black boots completes my outfit. You've parked off a quiet country road, where
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