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Hannah

Author: Lexia
last update Huling Na-update: 2024-01-29 21:37:02

TONIGHT WENT SHOCKINGLY WELL.

It felt almost... real. Like we aren't playing a game, acting as a serious and happy couple, ready for photos to be taken of us at any second.

As we're walking by the tables, that sensation creeps back in, one caused by the intense friction from the lingerie I'm wearing. Each step is torturous, lulling me into a submission in Damien's arm that loops around my middle.

Maybe that was his plan all along. I manage to think through the clouds of euphoria, my sensitive flesh pinching between the two elastic straps. Flirt, don't touch me, but the moment I get up to leave, he knows I’ll walk myself into liquid putty for him.

Damien's arm tightens around the small of my back, his thumb sweeping in a slow rhythm, tempting me to give in to him. He wants me to be easy for him. He wants—

"Well, well, look who it is," a drunken voice slurs to our immediate right, followed by a high-pitched cackle.

Oh, no.

Damien and I both stop in our tracks at the same instant, becaus
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