Simran Nagpal

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She looks like a deer caught in headlights. Her eyes, a blue-green mixture like the depths of the ocean just as it turns deep, widened. Rosy, plump lips parted, a bright red flush coating her cheeks as she stares at me like I’ve stripped fucking naked in front of her rather than just taken my shirt off. If I’m not mistaken, which I rarely am not, there’s a look of heat mixed with shock. Jesus, this is going to be entirely too much fucking fun. Maybe the most fun I’ve ever had in my life with someone, and that’s saying a lot since I spend the majority of my free time between a girl’s thighs, ...more
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