Danielle

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Red tumbled to the marble floor, her tablet flying across it and sliding into some dude’s leather shoes. Her long legs splayed, skirt flying up to grant us a brief preview of lace-trimmed black panties bedecked with apricot polka dots. They hugged half her ass, and annoyance festered when I realized every wanker in this shithole, including myself, could now see just how perfect those creamy globes were. She muttered something while sitting up and pulling her skirt down, and pushed her long curled locks from her face.
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