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My eyes trailed down her long legs, my fingers sinking into her muscles.
I journeyed towards her ankle and worked my way up to her knees.
“Do you like it?” I asked, but then I quickly rephrased. “Am I hurting you?”
Ms Bella tilted her head, her gaze flicking up. Then she dropped them back to my face and her usual soft smile. “I’m enjoying it more than I should.”
My chest tightened, and my heart skipped a beat. I told myself not to read any meaning into her words. But too late, I began to wonder if I really should try aiming for her p***y.
She wasn’t wearing any panties. She invited me over and didn’t wear panties. Isn’t that sign green enough?
But then if I mess up, I should kiss my job goodbye.
Heavy knots formed in my stomach, my breath tangling in my lungs.
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