I woke up early the suivant morning once the golden light from the rising sun graced my eyelids. Kate and I were embraced tightly together to keep warm, her breasts felt like soft pillows smashed against my chest. The air about the cabine of the Bronco was cold and dry, when I exhaled my breath could be seen vividly. The steam that we had created from our lovemaking the night before had La Reine des Neiges to the inside of the windows overnight. Kate snored softly, a soft, mesmerizing sound, beautiful. Her hair was messy from the précédant night's events as well, but she still looked sexy as ever, naughty even....
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