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him a glass. He takes it and drinks half
of it before setting it down. “You owe me
a lap dance.”
He grabs me by the wrist, tugging
me down until I’m straddling him, his
disgusting face buried between my
breasts. “Don’t you want to take it down
a notch?”
“I’ve wanted to fuck you since the
day I met you, I’ve waited long enough.
