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He was in ecstasy, with a huge smile on his face, as his wife moved forwards, then backwards, forward, then backwards again … back and forth … back and forth … in and out … in and out.
She could feel the sweat on her forehead and between her breasts, and trickling down the small of her back, she was getting near to the end. Her heart was pounding … her face was flushed … then she moaned, softly at first, then began to groan louder. Finally, totally exhausted, she let out an almighty scream and shouted, “OK, OK! I can’t park the damn car! You do it, you smug bastard!
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