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... the threshold, I shut the door behind us.
Delilah didn’t waste a second. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her sundress and shimmied it up over her hips, letting the fabric bunch at her waist. Her panties followed—simple black lace, already soaked. She stepped out of them, kicked them aside, and turned to face me, hands on her hips, legs slightly spread.
"Come and fuck me, Evan," she said, voice low and hungry. "Let’s see if those things you said in the penthouse were ...
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