We left the club together. His cream oozed from my ass, trailed along the lower crack and settled against the back of my testicles. My skirt was wet from my cum, but I didn't care. I wore the stain with pride as Mark waved down a taxi. We climbed into the back seat and Mark gave the address of his hotel to the driver.
We had a lot of years to catch up on and only a few hours to do it.
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