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Her mouth moves against mine as our tongues tangle, and I slide one hand down over her ribs to where the dainty zipper holds her dress closed. I was happy to rip the panties, but this backless dress is going to make more appearances in our life. I’ll find fancy places to take her just so she keeps wearing it.
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