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Banging at the Beach

Banging at the Beach

I secretly met an ex at the beach. We caught up, and I dropped him off. He wrote me a text telling me how happy he was to see me and I looked beautiful. He wanted to see me again before I left. We met at 6am and we kissed for the first time in 10 years before he left.

Fast forward we texted and he wanted to see me. I thought for sure we would fool around in his truck, but he asked if I wanted to get a hotel room. We had a king sized bed.

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