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Chapter 3 by Fiftyfiftyfifty Fiftyfiftyfifty

What's next?

Movie it is.

You agree, and she gives you a big, squishy hug before leading you into their living room. You can't but watch her slender legs beneath that short dress, and when she turns, your eyes struggle to leave the ample amount of cleavage she presents. To her, it doesn't interest you at all, so she doesn't seem to care.

She plops down onto the couch, and turns on the TV. "Mkay... Let's see what's playing."

"I don't mind what we watch," you say, and you really don't. Anything to take your mind off her body.

"Here we go," she says as she places the remote at her side. A movie begins to play, and you lean back with a sigh. "I really like this movie. Have you seen it?"

You look at the screen and then back to her. She leans towards you eagerly, and you **** yourself to cease looking down her shirt long enough to answer her and remain looking innocent. You shake your head. You aren't even sure what this movie is.

Time passes. Every time you glance over, she's sitting in a different position that clearly shows just how uncaring she is. At times, you see straight up her skirt to the pair of blue underwear beneath. But eventually, the straps of her top start to work their way down, until they've completely fallen from her shoulders, leaving the line of her shirt dangerously low.

You struggle long enough to mutter, "Hey, Kimi. Your shirt is a little loose."

She giggles, looking down at her gigantic cleavage and begins to tap her fingers against the skin. It jiggles with each tap, and she then proceeds to shift around the clothing almost teasingly, though she has absolutely no idea what things it's doing to your increasingly hard erection.

"That's okay. You hate these things anyway, right?" she says, sliding her arms straight out from the straps before laying back. You thank God they're still covered up.

You nod. "Yeah... Gross."

She climbs an arm over the back of the couch and moves to her knees, leaning over so that her shirt nearly falls the rest of the way down, but it thankfully holds. You start to wonder if you can actually last a week in the same house as this girl without your cock falling straight off from the ****.

What's next?

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