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Four on the Floor
(Cheyenne Wilson)

Silently, she snuck up behind him and reached out and touched his ass. He felt something tickling the inside of his thigh. Her fingers slid up his thigh and he quickly grew hard, just as she wanted. Frank quickly turned around. Georgia was wearing a black miniskirt and a white tank top, and his eyes rolled all the way up the side of her legs. She wrapped her hands around him.



"This is what I was looking for," she said, licking her lips.



"Jesus, you scared me," he sighed.



Frank steadied himself on the fender of the car.  She smiled a slow smile that made her thick bottom lip seem to pout with mischief.  She moved close to him and he could felt the heat from her body.  Did she blush?  She lowered her eyes and they were as sensuous as her hair.



"You don't feel scared to me."