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In a jiffy, the cold wind whisked her balance. She thought she would fall, but he was there to grab her safely into his strong arms.
Her heart was pounding, not by fear but with intense desire. She was ready for it—she’d prepared herself for that night. But she knew she had to pretend.
“What are you doing?” she yelped.
“I’m doing you a favor,” he hushed.
Then he found her weakness as quick as the shooting star. Fabrics ripped carelessly. Deep moans echoed under the moonlight.
Then, everything was quiet.
He left.
She would go to her bed, satisfied.
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