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Shifting slightly that her hip might press into the palm of his hand—how gentlemanly of him to hold her up—she can only nod. "I suppose I really don't need them, do I? Now that I'm off duty?" So saying she straightens, her cleavage becoming much more pronounced as her shoulders square, and the leg resting against her ass is suddenly pulled around to the front. Placing her ankle over Ronin's shoulder, her posture shockingly flexible, she leans forward to begin unbuckling her heel. Nestled comfortably between his legs now, she focuses with naive fascination on her shoe, as if had they been naked, his cock wouldn't be ghosting against the warm folds of her.
"Enjoying our little city, so far?" The bartender asks, as if completely blind to the way her twin is fawning all over the Star. Meanwhile, the white-clad twin has removed one shoe, and is in the process of repeating her balancing act on the other side.
"Enjoying our little city, so far?" The bartender asks, as if completely blind to the way her twin is fawning all over the Star. Meanwhile, the white-clad twin has removed one shoe, and is in the process of repeating her balancing act on the other side.
