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Chapter 6 by little.cindy little.cindy

What does Cindy think next that she's never quite thought of before?

I might as well go all the way...

"I think..." Am I talking? All I can hear is my heartbeat... "I think you should think about taking my shirt, too..."

"Oh?" Mmm, her fingers are like feathers, shooting little tickling shots through my sides and into my spine and downwards to... Oh god, is she trying to grab my shirt or is she teasing along my ass?

"Hehe..." That feels so... Did I just moan? Is she giggling? Did her finger just slip between my...

It's cold, I know it's cold, and she's pulling my shirt up, and I'm shivering, but I can't feel the cold at all, just... her lips on my stomach... on the underside of my breasts... on my nipple...

Her teeth...

Shit, did I moan again? Fuuuuuck...

"I'm looking forward to your next idea!" She's not in front of me? She's next to the trash?

What's the only thing that Cindy can think now?

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