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*story contains mature and explicit content* ---- Preview: He leaned back on the couch with a self-satisfied smug look on his face, his hands were rested on my collarbones firmly drawing circles. "A bra that clamps in the front, not surprised" he flexed his fingers right on my cleavage "Harry please" I slide both of my hands out of his hair and my lips slip from his neck so I can focus on his facial expressions "Go on Svetlana.. tell me what exactly do you want" he drops his hands down to my waistband of shorts, securely sitting on my thighs, "Is this what you want?? Do you want to ride the tiger baby?" I nod in response very quickly, tapping the ink on his left thigh, pushing up the shorts he is wearing just enough so I can see the whole tattoo
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