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He looked at her curves. There was no denying that her ass was huge. He ran his hands along it, feeling its fullness and firmness. Just his type of body. There is no point in a small, unnoticed ass, he thought. Yes, she'd be noticed alright. No-one could fail to see him with this in his possession. She was a big, wide, long girl.

Her skin...it was so smooth and the light just fell into it. Sure, she had a few marks and blemishes, but who didn't at her age? He had plenty himself. She was a little cold to the touch though, except when the sun was shining. Then she seemed to come alive, and glint and gleam with a real sparkle. She loved the sun. She could tell you exactly how warm it was, to the nearest degree. She was amazing like that.

In his lust for her wide backside, he had almost forgotten...he ran his hands along her side, round to the glorious face she possessed. Large and open, the light just fell into her face. A coy smile: thin but with the promise of depth. A long face, one that could look sad in future years, he thought. That made her all the more sexy to him. Don't worry, baby, I'll take care of you. I'll always take of you.

And he knew just how to turn her on! It was never so easy as it was with her. Just a short stroke and there she was, purring. But he was too kind to take advantage of her, so he would just sit there and hold her while she purred. But if he wanted to, he could make her go. And it wasn't just turning on either. She was an athlete. She could run. He could never run, but with her it was as if he just wanted to move, to go anywhere with her. It didn't matter if there was nowhere to go, as long as he was with her. Her and him together, those gorgeous noises she made, the low purr, the light sigh, the quietness and grace of every turn and every movement.

His best friend came up to him as he looked at her and touched her, trying to feel for that sun-drenched warmth he adored. His friend was grinning and leering. With a beauty like this, you're always afraid of other men. They always look at her, they want her so much. And they could take her if they wanted to. They'd damage her but it wouldn't matter to them. He began to panic a little as his friend touched her face and looked deeply into her. No, you mustn't, leave her alone! She's mine! Don't touch her. Never touch her.

"New car, mate? Nice. Focus. Like it."

"Er..yeah. Cheers."

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