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His tongue ran down your stomach. It sent chills up your back. It felt amazing.

His tongue went back up to your lips as he started to unclasp your bra. He got it off, and threw it across the room.

But instead of it hitting the floor with a thud…

“Not on my couch.” Darry says, bra in hand

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