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"Don pay any attention to him, Chen, hes just crude."
"I know," she said, "But those photos were pretty hot, weren they?"
Charlie kind of squirmed around next to her. "Yeah, I guess they were. Look we don have to..."
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Charlie smiled shyly. "Well, it was a turn on, you know, looking at all those pictures."
Chen felt a glow beginning to stir in the pit of her stomach, and she twisted in the booth until her leg was up on the seat pressing against him. "Tell me what you were thinking." She teased.
"Pretty much what John said, actually." He lifted his arm to the back of the booth and turned a little more, letting her leg gay male muscle wrestle come in as tightly as she wanted it.
"Were you thinking gay male muscle wrestle of rolling their panties down?" She smiled up at him, pretty almond eyes light and lively, deliciously wicked. She ran her tongue over her lips and swallowed hard. "Does ass turn you on?"
"Chen, we don have to do this. Hell yes ass turns me on! But, you know, we don have to talk about it..." His sentence trailed off as it began to dawn on him what was happening. He smiled at her, meeting her gaze just as openly as hers studied him.
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"You have a lovely ass, Chen." He put his arm around her, holding her. "Ive liked your ass for a long time, you know that. Everything about you turns me on. You
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"Do you want my ass, Charlie?" she whispered.
"To keep?" He laughed.
"Not to keep, silly," she gave him a little slap on the arm, "For tonight." She added softly, "I can tell you a secret if you want."
She was getting very steamy, and Charlie could feel the pressure in his pants, like a fire hose filling up.
"What secret?"
"You can tell anyone, especially Steve. Promise?" She nuzzled in closer to him, her lips brushing against his ear like wind caressing water.
"I promise, now tell me."
She wet her lips and poked her hot little tongue into his ear.
"Back home I was in the Yan Society." she breathed. "Its a very old social club set up by the women in my village. I was a Yi
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