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It was not a scenic spot. Under the boardwalk, we found old shoes, and trash. Empty beer cans. It was a place trash collected and was forgotten. Ducking under the boardwalk, we were out of sight. It made her feel excited, like they were sneaking privacy like teenagers. The smell of saltwater and tar and trash didn't make her feel romantic, but dirty. She wanted a quickie. In the back. She had a small bottle of hand lotion in her purse. It was enough to use a lube. She squirted some on her hand and, tugging down his shorts, greased him up until he was hard and ready. She pulled down her pants, globbed some hand lotion on her anus, and got on her knees. She told him to give it to her, and quick.
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