Although he knew there could be grave trouble ahead, this time he was going to go for it: he walked slowly towards her, pushed the cello out of the way and gasped as he saw the beauty of her nubile curves accentuated by the fresh smalls she was now wearing tightly to her body. Now he was ready for it, and despite that smell of llama, he wasn't going to waver
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