Sarah Ziemann

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“Tobias, hey,” she says in a hushed rush, putting on a tight, fake smile for the assholes who slip by us. “What ... can I do for you?” “Wow, it’s like that?” I cross my arms, scowling down at her. “All business, huh?” Her brows pull in and she quickly glances around. Again, with this hideaway shit? Fuck that. I put on a smirk. I’m talking full blown, gonna get me some smirk, and take a small step forward, internally laughing as her features grow tense. Her head pulls back slightly, her eyes tightening in suspicion, and rightfully so. “Come on, baby,” I purr, laying it on thick and a bit louder ...more
Dirty Curve
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