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illy was so obviously spooked
to be in my house, but I didn’t let it bother me as I dropped onto my sofa. She wouldn’t look at me, her dusty brown eyes darting around at my modern, simplistic interior, and she jerked slightly when I took hold of her wrists. Hoisting my legs onto the couch, I pulled her into my lap and even down further.
Stiffly sprawled atop me, Lilly held her breath for a tense second before her body deflated like a balloon that had been blown up but not tied off. Keeping my mouth shut, I stared at the ceiling to avoid making her more uncomfortable as she slowly came to terms with what we were doing. We were both fully clothed and, if I didn’t think about her ass against my thigh, generally unaroused.
But it was easy to ignore her tight backside when I coul
