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Hahaha who's Mr S? O.o OH! MR EOS! How old are you? The RX7 has been replaced by the RX8 years and years ago. It's still a Mazda though. The MR-S has been discontinued long ago as well. How about a skyline? Or a civic type R?
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Hahahaha not sure I want to get arrested at customs smuggling cats. What about Mr E take you abroad with him? Maybe you 2 can share a cell?
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Don't want Mr.E |
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Hahaha cannot be biased!
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Actually I was thinking RX7 because there's only s few of them in SG? Maybe he should just drive a Scirocco...
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and the only one that is available on sale cannot buy one.... cuz all previous owners got killed in car crash..... Above is just a rumor I heard from a ex fb who owns a car workshop. Red Honda Civic Type R pls!
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Are you saying that there are only 11 RX7 ever on SG roads ? Cant be right ? I do know of ppl owning RX7. Past tense lah. Alive and well.
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Totally catch no balls abt cars......no soccer balls, yarn balls, ping ping balls, fish balls...
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nice story
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camping for more
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Update update pls...
I already dragged my kitty basket here along with salmon to munch Liao.. |
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Hmm don't think so la. how can there be only 11? But yup. Sirocco or Civic please
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Re: My attempt at writing fiction...
James finally mustered the courage to ask Denise out on a solo date. Despite them already having almost gone all the way the previous time, James was still pretty green in the dating game. He was just getting more and more experience in sex.
He waited for her at her void deck. He was dressed simply in a t-shirt and jeans. The tight-fitting cotton top nicely accetuated his toned arms. He was, however, still pretty short for a guy. He hoped she would not be wearing heels. Or perhaps he could go for surgery to increase his height. Denise wore a spaghetti dress with a cardigan over the top. The dress appeared a little small for her as it seemed like her boobs were struggling to get out. J: Hi. D: Hi. So where are we going? J: Orchard? D: Ok. They walked along the pavement. James hand brushed against hers a couple of times, but he did not know if he should hold it. After numerous brushes, Denise gave up and wrapped her fingers around his. James felt intense sensations around his chest. Was this what love was? He had never felt this way before. He felt a stirring down below, and immediately felt slightly embarrassed that the simple act of handholding could elicit such a response. He tightened his grip around her hand as they walked to the bus stop. They stood there in relative silence until the bus came and they boarded. Strangely, the bus was empty and they made their way to the back of the upper deck. Denise sat on the inside. She lay her head on his shoulder as the bus took them to their destination. She giggled at the grafitti scrawled all over the back of the seat in front of her, which were basically crude drawings of penises and vaginas, along with phone numbers with the promise of free sex. J: What's so funny? D: Haha. Do you think anyone actually calls those numbers? J: I doubt it. She let go of his hand and rested it on his thigh. D: Oh my. Why are you hard? J: I... err... She stole a quick glance to confirm that they were alone and cheekily unzipped him. J: Dee, what are you doing? D: Shh... She freed his penis from the confines of his briefs, letting the huge monster out. D: Wet already?? J: Err... They both glanced at the wet patch on his briefs caused by his pre-cum. She traced her finger around the head, spreading his pre-cum around. He squirmed. He hoped that the bus did not have any hidden cameras. Bending down, she licked the tip, and ran her tongue around it, tasting his pre-cum. He felt more ooze out. J: Dee, don't. She ignored him. D: Tell me when you want to cum ok? James could only nod as she wrapped her soft lips around the head, sucking lightly while swirling her tongue around. James felt more pre-cum ooze out which was instantaneously swallowed by her, along with the copious amount of saliva that was being produced. J: Ahhh... Dee... it feels so good... D: Mmm-hmm... She tried to deep-throat him, a technique she learnt last night through watching her brothers porn. It had turned her on immensely and she had found herself craving for his cock inside her. She had also googled for Asian cock sizes and to her amusement, discovered that James was way above average. She wondered if he actually knew about it. James, meanwhile, was extremely turned on by his first sex act in public. In fact, he was so turned on that he felt like he was about to cum. But he did not want to disappoint her, and he wanted to continue enjoying the sensations for a little while longer. Denise expertly worked his cock with her tongue and lips, while gently massaging his balls. Her attempt at deepthroating him failed. She wondered if perhaps she should find an object of similar length to practice on. James could no longer hold it in. J: Dee! I'm gonna cum! She stopped sucking and started wanking him, digging through her bag for tissues to clean up the mess. Perhaps swallowing would have been more ideal given the circumstances? James let out a guttural groan as the first shot exited with such velocity that even he was surprised. It flew through the air in a neat arc and landed three seats in front. Celine wanked him harder, while rubbing the extremely sensitive head with her fingers. J: Stop. Stop. Please stop. Another shot ended up on the back of the seat in front. Denise felt the wetness permeating through her panties. D: I can't take it anymore. She wrapped her lips around his cock again and sucked up the remaining shot, straddled him, pulled her panties to the side and slowly inserted his gradually softening penis into her virgin entrance. Grabbing his head, she frenched him, letting him taste his own juice as she slid down slowly. James groaned as her vagina gripped his cock tightly and he felt his head penetrate past the invisible barrier. D: It hurts!!! A single tear rolled down her cheek. But she was smiling. James felt his heart melting. J: Sorry... D: No. It's ok. I want you. So bad. She pushed further until he hit her cervix. She shuddered, never having felt such sensations before. She planted her lips on his again and they engaged in another tongue war as she slowly gyrated her hips. He struggled to lower his jeans and briefs so that it would not hurt her. More new sensations shot through her body as she ground her clit onto him. His pubic hair provided additional friction. She moaned onto his mouth. D: Oh James... I think I'm cumming... J: Think? D: I've never done this before... She moaned and gasped and shuddered as the sensations overwhelmed her. James slid his hands under her tight dress and tweaked her nipples, causing her to moan louder. Just then, the bus screeched to a halt. They both heard the sounds of the ezlink card being tapped and footsteps coming up the stairs. Denise quickly scrambled off him. He wiped himself with the tissue. It was stained with her juices and blood. She stuffed some tissue into her panties to stem the flow. Another teenaged couple came to the upper deck, saw that the rear was occupied, and promptly proceeded to the front where they attacked each other with wild abandon the second they sat down. James and Denise smiled at each other. D: I want you later. J: I want you too. Little did Denise know that hers was not the first cherry he popped, and that technically, he was not exclusively hers.
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Woah..
I want moreee.. haha.. |
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