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The way she’s hiding her face in the half shadow of her body, the smile a strain to see, it’s almost like she knows what she’s doing is wrong, or at the very least, she’s trying to keep hidden quite how much she’s enjoying the way he’s looking at her.
Legs closed, chest turned down. If only she’d kept her underwear on, she’d almost look innocent. But she had to go corrupt herself, didn’t she?