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"I want you to take them off of me," she said in a tiny voice. The innocence of it surprised her.
Brad balanced on his knees. His cock jutted out and his sweatpants looked like a tent
stretched over a steel rod. "Not this time. I'm still mad at you."
"But--"
Brad covered her mouth with two fingers. "Take your clothes off, Hope. Now."
She nodded and he lifted his hand. She set to work pulling off her sweater set and kicking out
of her pants. She met his eyes to gage his reaction when he noticed the peach-colored garter belt
and matching demi bra she'd bought the day after his first seduction even though she'd
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