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... bon tangled up tightly under her ribs, exposing absolutely everything beneath. The sheer, frilly white stockings still clung to her soft thighs—until his rough fingers dug in.
He looked down at her exposed state, his eyes dark and hungry.
Then—he ripped.
The delicate stocking split with a sharp, harsh sound, tearing straight through the intricate lace at her upper thigh. Fine threads snapped violently under his brutal grip, curling against her soft skin as he unceremoniou ...
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