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Twenty

Oh, fuck! Why was everything she said sounding so sexual? He didn't want her squeezed juice, but he would like something else to squeeze all right. He would like to fit her breasts in his hands and squeeze them gently. He would like to put his mouth to her nipples and bite them softly, but he knew he couldn't. 

Luckily, the costume left a glittery trail of some of the material on her chest. Without thinking, he moved closer to her, breaching the space between them. "You really should stop ...

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