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Chapter 115: Taken (iii)
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... humping. Grinding. Smooth, measured torture. I could feel everything through the denim—her bare core dragging over my cock like she was trying to kill me with pleasure.
"June," I warned.
She leaned in, her voice brushing my ear. "Shh. We’re just watching the dance floor, remember?"
I gritted my teeth. My fingers twitched, digging into her skin. "You’re not watching anything."
She smirked. And kept moving.
It wasn’t even about teasing anymore. It was about ...
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