[ he watches her eyeing him hungrily with a half-grin, looking just as turned on the evidence suggests when her hand brushes against the growing bulge in his jeans to free his belt. quinn slides the hand at her waist past the lip of her jeans, reaching down to squeeze her ass, as he starts to peel her coat off one shoulder with his other hand. his own eyes drop unabashedly to her rack, and then take their time tracing back up lustfully. hey gurl hey. ]
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