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Cold Beer
(Cheyenne Wilson)

"Can you give me a ride home?" she said.



"Your boyfriend is the one buying your beer," he said.



He pretended to be looking at his keys. She stuffed her hands in her pockets and shrugged.



"I don't really want to sleep with Jerry. He smells," she said.



Roy sighed. Finally, he spotted the Charger between a pair of cars.



"All right. Let's go," he said.



Rachel wrapped her arms around his neck and stood on her tiptoes to give him a big kiss on his cheek. Her soft breasts flattened against his chest. He couldn't miss that. He put his hands on her waist and touched the warm, bare flesh of her hips where the shirt didn't cover. Could she miss the way his hard cock pressed against her belly?



Her lips pulled away with a big smack and she gazed into his eyes.



"What was that for?" he said.



"Just for being nice to me."



He smiled. "Get in the car."