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Goose Fucking hell. She could ask me for anything, and I mean f*****g anything, and I would make it happen. I don’t f*****g care what it took. It was hers. And that was before she had even bothered with the outfit I had picked out for her. Before she pulled on the cut that declared to the world she was mine. My mind instantly picturing her with the cut on over her lacy bra and garter belt with her stockings and boots bent over the side of her bed. The image in my head nearly had me stripping her down and making it happen, f**k the date. But I promised to take her out, and she deserved to be treated. So I forced myself to stay in control and not have my way with her, yet. It wasn’t easy as I followed her out the door. My eyes dropped down to her ass as I followed her around the house to m
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