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She was breathing in my ear now, as her perfectly manicured hands unbuttoned my collar and made their way underneath my shirt and onto my chest. I closed my eyes, trying to imagine somebody who I loved doing this to me. Usually, when I closed my eyes, I started to picture Iris. Lovely Iris who I dismissed until I found out how beautiful she was. ................
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