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Rachel’s hair was now touching her shoulder. She turned to face him and shook her head, her hair partially covering her face; Rachael closed her eyes. Her hands went to the collar of his flannel shirt, and she started unbuttoning the second button from the top, stopping to unbuckle his thick leather belt so that she could pull his shirt out of his blue jeans. She wondered how big his hard cock was. John could smell her musky arousal enhanced by her perfume, and it was driving him wild with desire for her, but he was holding back, knowing it would be worth the wait for the gift she was giving him. Eyes still closed, Rachel took John’s face in her small hands and traced his face and with her fingers. She ran her hands down his bare hard chest to touch the hard ropey muscles on his arms, back, and chest. John took his shirt off and dropped Brunette it to the floor so that she could continue; he wanted her so bad. 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