So do I, [She tells him, returning that slight smirk. That swallow of his she takes a very satisfied notices of, and she tilts her head even further to the side. A soft, pleased sigh escapes her when his lips touch her skin. He tugs her closer, and on one of the steps she deliberately hesitates too long, letting her breasts press tightly against his chest as he steps forward. She sweeps back, following the dance.] You sure you can keep up?
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