I pull up to the gala, our hands intertwined and resting on your thigh. I park in front, my thumb gently sweeping over your hand. You let go to get out, but oh no, we cant have that! I quickly, and gently, pull you back in the car. Then I turn off the car and myself get out, walking around to your side and opening the door for you. Only the best for my darling. I extend my hand for you to take. My princess/prince wont open any car doors on my watch I smile and wink. (Continue)
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