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Chapter 7 by little.cindy little.cindy

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

Oh fuck, I'm naked.

"Jesus, Jess!" Oh god why am I so cold?! "We should... we should go back up... Fuck!"

"You wanna go back to the room, cutie?" Oh god, her finger tips on my side, if my nipples weren't standing up for the cold, that'd do it right there...

"Please?" God, I should get out of this street light...

"You'll probably need the key for that..." Oh no... "Fetch!" She threw it!? There's *people* in that field! Fuck!

How badly does Cindy want to go back to the room?

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