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She grinned, tracing his small, but noticeable six pack. |
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Dylan nibbled on her earlobe, "Please, baby?" |
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Dylan grinned, getting right to it. His mom walked in on it midway through to tell them breakfast was ready, but quickly left. A little bit after that incident, he rolled off of her, hugging her from the side. |
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"That was embarrassing." She groaned, face flushed from embarrassment. |
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Dylan buried his face in her shoulder with a grumble. "God, it was so embarrassing," |
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"At least it wasn't your dad?" She squeaked. |
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Dylan sighed and nodded. "If it was my dad, we'd have hell to pay," |
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Dylan pursed his lips together and nodded. "Yep," he sighed. |
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Afternoon Storms, then Clearing
