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When she was satisfied with her job that she had pulled impossibly faster, she sighed, yet again meeting his miserable eyes.
She leaned on him, momentarily lost, willing to eliminate the grief in his eyes that pushed her down the lane of guilt. She felt his sharp breath sucking the air between them, seeing as the lose dress allowed the view of her bosom, increasingly tempting till she slowly descended herself in his neck, inhaling and exhaling, making him close his eyes as he felt intertwining of his fingers in her soft ones before pulling his hands above his head, behind the seat, limiting their activities.
"You know what Mr. Frantino..." she moaned, getting a pained hum in response.
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