Simran Nagpal

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Her in that goddamn dress. Black satin molded to every inch of her curves that’s making my mouth fucking water. I almost swallowed my tongue the moment I saw her, heat ripping through me when my gaze found the long slit that traveled up her thigh and the red fuck-me heels on her feet that gave her a good extra five inches. She’s still tiny compared to me, head barely reaching my chest, but fuck, her legs go on for days in this dress. But I wasn’t going to admit that she almost knocked me on my ass tonight. Instead, I opted for “nice dress,” even though I had a litany of other things going ...more
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