“I’ve imagined what this would look like,” I say, and my throat is dry. “Have you been thinking about me, Dallas?” she asks with a sly smirk. “More than I care to admit. Never in my wildest dreams did I think it would be this good. And I haven’t even touched you yet.” I position myself between her legs and run my palms up her thighs. They’re just as glorious as I thought they would be; creamy white. Silky smooth. Muscular and curvy. Being suffocated while my head is between them is the only way I want to go. My hand moves up to her thong. I brush my knuckles along the front seam and find it
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