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... and his jeans still open his erection aching.
Mia was leaning against him, her scent ripping through the musty smell of his room.
And her crop top was tight and the denim skirt was clinging high and her eyes were gleaming with lust of the Playbook.
Fuck, she’s wild. His smile was lustful, but his body hotter, and the loss in a game was forgotten.
Plenty of time to punish her, as she please. He caught her waist, warm through the crop top, and picked her, her heels ...
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