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Inaugural Blowjob

It was her idea.

Normally, on a first day, I open the door and she shows me her place and I buy her dinner and coffee and I take her home and try to get some and she says no. But on the way to dinner, me driving, she turns to me and says:

“Don’t freak out.”

And right there, while I’m driving, she’s unzipping my pants. Of course, I do freak out. And then she’s embarrassed and I take her home. But looking back. I don’t know. I can’t think of a better way to get to know someone.

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Title by: Stockard Channing
Story by: Jarvis

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