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Hotel’s Backdoor

He watched her as she walked up the third story staircase to their hotel room. Her thin summer skirt clung to her hips and curved smoothly over her ass, shifting and swaying with each step. They had both come from dinner and despite their conversations, his eyes kept slithering up her legs. But only as high up as the damned skirt would allow. She had reached the door. The room opened up into a large suite and she didn’t even have time to take off her heels before he took her by the waist. The...

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