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Spin

There we were,
Adults,
All of us —
30+
(some of us,
way, way +)

Talking about,
Parties,
When we were kids.

Spin the bottle.

And so we did.

She spun,
It stop,
Pointing at me.

We went into,
The closet —
Five minutes.

Her tongue,
Down,
My throat.

Ditto.

My hands,
Gripped,
Her ass.

Her’s,
Down my pants.

Gripping her ass,
Under dress,
Panties down,
Fingering around front.

Gripping my cock,
Pushed my pants down.

She was wet.

I was hard.

She guided my cock,
I slid on in.

Hands again,
Gripped her ass,
Holding her,
Against me,
Pushing,
Repeatedly into her.

She bit my lip,
Nails on my back,
Leaving,
Streaks of red.

Suddenly,
We came —
Together!

Of course,
The door,
Opened.

And,
The camera,
Flashed.

Just as,
It had,
So many,
Years ago.