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Getting caught

Getting caught

Put on a pretty floaty dress we're going outside to play, let's hope we don't get caught by anyone having sex today

Yes that dress is perfect, you won't need your panties made of lace, we've got the picnic ready, we only need a place

Where do you want to go a big park or a beach of golden sand, just pick a place that's private but not someone's private land

Somewhere we might be caught, there must be a possibility we'd be seen, I want to play in public, it can be a place we've already been

Lay a blanket on the ground, you could slide on top of me, we'd be fucking out in public but no one else could see

We could go for a wander in the woods, I could bend you across a log, slide my cock in from behind and do you like a dog

We could find a busy car park, I could lay back my seat and you can suck my cock, though we might get seen fucking when the car begins to rock

I'm sure we can find a quiet place, where we would be alone, so I could take naked pictures of you, with my mobile phone

Come on babe let's go out, I fancy some risky kinky play, it is sexy and exciting wondering if we'll get caught today

Written by averageJoe69 (Ron Summers)
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