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Caught Wet-Handed (Part 2)

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My legs feel like they belong to someone else as I step out from behind the curtains. My hand is still sticky, my panties soaked, and my skirt probably wrinkled from where I was grinding against my own fingers. Lucas and Theo are looking right at me. Lucas hasn’t even pulled out of Theo yet. They’re both flushed, breathing hard, and watching me with knowing eyes.

I want to sink into the ground. Instead I stand there, cheeks burning, nipples hard against my thin top.

Theo straightens up slowly,
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