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Author: 💩 Juicy Fantasies đŸŒ¶ïž
last update publish date: 2026-07-13 22:23:58

CLAY POV

Jodie was talking. I knew she was. Her lips were moving but I didn't hear a word of what she was saying.

Her fingers brushed against my wrist as she laughed softly at something she'd just said.

Anyta.

She was wearing red. The dress wrapped around her like temptation itself stopping just above the knee and revealing enough skin to make my thoughts go feral.

The soft amber lights hit her skin perfectly, warming the gold undertones beneath it, and her hair spilled in waves over one shou
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