“Wanna make out?”

She texted him.

“Yes,” he said.

Minutes later, they were pressing against one another, his hard cock grinding into her pussy (through their jeans), pressing her ass against his hands, against the bricks in the alley.  He cupped her tiny ass, pulling it toward him, as their mouths fell onto one another.  His hand snaked up her torso, under her tank top, grabbing her tit, squeezing, hard.

She let out a moan as he squeezed, as her hand went down his jeans, under his shorts, grabbing his ass, hard.

After just a moment of this, they separated, straightened out their clothes, and went their separate ways.


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