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62. Not speaking much
I have never seen his naked chest and tight tummy, but he sure tried to maintain his superstar physique. Small abs were formed up from his belly button, and his silky skin tempted me to touch it.
I stared hungrily at the half-naked boy in front of me, and my legs with a mind of their own led me to him. He seemed pleased by my silent actions while I was standing tall in front of him.
“You are not speaking much. Is there something wrong, charming smile?” he whispered with a smirk, his eyes scouted my entire body. “ Let me get you out of these shoes.”
He moved his hands to reach my left foot and lifted it on his knee, still sitting on his bed. I made a futile attempt to stop it, realizing I had been running in the puddles with these heels a few minutes ago. His hands were strong but were gently holding me in place u
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