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ELEANOR
I sat in the passenger seat of Dante’s car, the hum of the engine a soothing background to my mischievous thoughts.
A playful smirk curved my lips as I glanced at Dante, who was focused on the road. I had a plan to make him lose his composure, to see just how far I could push his self-control.
Slowly, I shifted in my seat, spreading my legs slightly. A teasing smile touched my lips making me giggle internally. My dress rode up my thighs, revealing more of my smooth, milky skin.
After my last intimate session with Dante, I had become more confident with my body and with Dante, I did not mind anything at all.
I saw Dante glance over, his eyes widening slightly at my boldness. Ignoring his reaction, I continued with my plan. With deliberate slowness, I hooked my fing
