Thunderstorm
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Anal Sex
30.01.2020
Christina was rushed ... as usual ... running late ... as usual. She glanced again at the address she had been given. "Damn, it must be here somewhere." As she glanced in the rear view mirror, she could easily see the impending rain drawing closer and closer. Her hopes were to make it to the address before the rain caught up to her.
Just as she turned onto the correct street, a blinding light and sudden crash of thunder sent chills down her spine.