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Her fingers brush against the smooth dip between her collarbones, then trail lower, openly teasing the swell of her tits

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Her voice reed in this conversation That’s the only thing about her that isn’t screa in and fuck her senseless

I discreetly adjust ain I’m surprised I’m still able to form coherent responses at this point There can’t beto est, keepingthe corner of my mouth

Her eyes dance with mischief She drinks the last of her wine "That’s a fantastic idea I would love to come"

And there’s that Socock right into that one

Brooke chuckles, arching her back to gather her hair over one shoulder, pressing her chest forward, watching ht now I’ anywhere else

"How old are you?"

My eyes snap up to hers I alet her off to verifying e? How adorably odd

"Twenty-nine You?"

"Guess"

This ti at the waiter as he returns with n I shake my head "I have seven sisters, Brooke I know better than to guess a woe, and I rather like my testicles How about you just tell me"

"Oh, come on," she chides "Aim low"

"Sixteen"

"What?" She claher

I sit back in low move over her cheeks as she slowly eases her hand away