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Sera
I sat there, stunned, as Thane began to roll his hips to the beat of the music. Then, he grabbed the end of his shirt and slowly began pulling it up, giving us all a glimpse of his tanned, washboard stomach.
“Keep it going!” laughed Monica, now dancing in her chair. “Let’s see that entire six-pack of yours.”
Chuckling, Thane pulled his shirt up, just below his n*****s, and I felt my own harden as his hips gyrated faster and he started having more fun with it.
“Damn,” said Felicia. “He doesn’t move half bad for a mountain man.”
Smiling, I shook my head.
“Go Thane! Go Thane!” chanted Monica, now waving her hands in the air.
Laughing, he pulled his shirt all the way off and began waving it above his head.
“Lord have mercy,” said Felicia, her eyes round. “They sure know how to
