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... ing against his pants.
Touching someone that stunning was every young man’s fantasy come alive — but it was still a massage. No matter how much his body ached for more, he couldn’t cross that line.
"Damn, it was hard... but doing anything would’ve been suicide for the business."
Still, if she had asked for it... that would have been a different matter.
During the massage, it had taken everything in him not to bury his face between her round thick asscheeks. He’d s ...
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