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Delilah stood there, and holy shit... she was smoking hot. Tight t-shirt clinging to her tits, hotpants hugging every curve, the hint of a cameltoe teasing me. She looked like she’d just walked out of a magazine, and I couldn’t help the heat rising in my chest.
"Hey," I said, trying to sound casual, though my eyes betrayed me. "Ivy told me your computer’s been..."
"Oh, yes!" she said, her voice tired but sultry. "It’s been giving me trouble for months now. Please, just fi ...
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