0023 - AJ Marion
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I'm little more than luggage as I sit atop his broad shoulders, my legs encircling them like the straps of a backpack. His strides are sure and certain as he makes his way through the wooded field. He pauses occasionally, surveying his surroundings. I shimmy above him, few other movements available to me lest I desire to grind my pelvis against his head. Grunting and squeaking into my cleave gag, I look around with wide eyes.
Eventually, we reach our destination where an accomplace is waiting. I'm soon squealing and chirping as the cold water lashes across my chest and face. Completely hosing me down, spraying my bare feet, plump rump, and muscular back, I gyrate involuntarily. The water runs down my body in tiny streams, dripping off my perky nipples. My captor seems impervious to both the water and my struggles.
