Julia

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In his room, he gently sets me on my feet. In the next instant, his mouth is back on mine. Then his hands are on the hem of my dress and lifting it over my head. When he sees the lingerie he bought me, his eyes darken, and his head falls back. “Are you okay?” I laugh.
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