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Chapter 3 by little.cindy little.cindy

What idea slips into her mind next?

My *other* hand is not, in fact, on the desk...

"Having a little fun, eh cutie?" What's that smirk?

Oh fuck. Not the right hand on the desk. Not the important hand. Not the pussy-rubbing hand.

Nope, that hand's still, you know, rubbing my pussy.

Fuck.

What pops into Cindy's mind now?

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