Lauren Dun

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I stretched my legs out and draped them over his thigh, part of me expecting him to suddenly change his mind and tell me to fuck off. To tell me to get off his lap. It didn’t happen though, and I took my time leaning against him about a second after I settled on him, letting the side of my forehead slowly rest against his chest, right at the base of his throat.
When Gracie Met The Grump
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