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I didn’t want to cum under the duvet so I broke away from the kiss and whispered “let’s go downstairs…” all Jane replied was “Hell. Yes.�... We quickly got dressed and carefully slipped out of the room having to step around our unconscious friends and crept downstairs. As soon as we entered my friends hallway Jane pushed me against the wall and kissed me so passionately I could barely keep up.She ripped open my jeans sending the button flying, pulled down the sib and pulled out my still rock-hard. This was really embarrassing and sure enough I got several whistles as I walked by a group of guys coming out of a sports shop.My tits were trying to bust out of the T-shirt and bouncing with every step I took. I have to admit, my nipples were hard and sticking out through the thin shirt. My heart was beating pretty fast and I was kind of excited but mostly embarrassed walking through the mall like this. I had to constantly pull down the hem on the shirt to keep from showing things I didn't. More

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