#67876 - When she had managed to control her tears, she looked up, expecting to see him, but he wasn't there. Her chest started to flush and despite her writhing beneath him to escape, he knew she was aroused. The fabric sharply dug into her skin as it ripped, laying in tatters around her, she hated thinking of how dishevelled she must look.
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