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... why his hand was currently groping her massive tit.
Helena trembled. Her free hand moved to the neckline of her dress. Fingers hooking into the fabric.
She pulled.
The dress’s neckline stretched down—revealing pale, creamy skin. The swell of her breast. And then—
’Pop.’
Her left breast spilled free.
No bra.
Of course there was no bra.
Viktor’s eyes widened as his hand—previously over fabric—now touched bare skin. Warm. Soft. Impossi ...
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