While getting ready to go out I feel you come up behind me.. Your hands running over my curves. I ask what you’re doing.. You’re silent. I tell you we’re going to be late. You spin me around to face you, “I don’t care,&rdquo

While getting ready to go out I feel you come up behind me.. Your hands running over my curves. I ask what you’re doing.. You’re silent. I tell you we’re going to be late. You spin me around to face you, “I don’t care,&rdquo

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