"What would it take to get you to kiss me," Paul, my friend and sometimes lover, stood on my front door step, off-duty but still in uniform. There would be little challenge in coaxing me to kiss him. Tall with dark hair, deep blue eyes and a quick smile, Paul was my romantic ideal of a clean-cut cop. His broad shoulders and tight ass, formed by hours in the gym and miles of road work, made my cunt throb with longing. ...

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