#221930 - He turned his head and softly kissed her hair, a tear falling into it before he straightened and nodded at the bouncers at the doorway. Meg was panting now, her breath coming in short gasps, each a soft, barely heard moan, with her slim piano-fingers digging into the arms of the chair and her hips threatening to close. Fit and sleek, she was, with long, killer legs and a firm rear to get the point across.
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