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Back Seat Activities (III)

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Chapter Three

Cole

She said it like she had already decided, and then she started moving before I could tell her to wait.

Turning in that space was ugly. Bags at our hip. The tent sack catching her knee. Her hoodie snagged on my belt. For a second her face was close to mine, close enough that I saw the flush still on her cheeks, and then she was facing the window on her hands, skirt up, the pale curve of her ass in my lap like this was a room and not the back of a moving car.

Dad tapped the ste
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