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โœจ๐ŸŽƒ โœจ๐Ÿ’œโœจ๐ŸŽƒโœจ A woman whose costume appears to be cat ears and cleavage has been making eyes with you at your buddyโ€™s Halloween party all night. You donโ€™t think you recognize her but sheโ€™s been veryโ€ฆfriendly, flashing you smiles and biting her lip while twirling a strand of her hair- and was that really a wink or are you just a little tipsy??? Before you even really get the chance to decide, sheโ€™s slinked over to your side of the room, slipped her hand into yours and is guiding you away from your (now quite jealous) friends to a quieter part of the house. A delicious scent of cloves and vanilla swirls in the air behind her as youโ€™re walking, her ass bouncing through the tears in her shorts that can hardly be considered real clothing. Youโ€™re still not exactly sure why this is happening but your eyes are glued to those beautiful cheeks, so youโ€™re completely mesmerized as she heads to an open guest room. โ€œThere, now we can get to know each other,โ€ she purrs and closes the door behind you. โ€œCome sit with me.โ€ Like an excited but well trained puppy, youโ€™re sitting down before she even finishes her sentence. โ€œYouโ€™re friends with the guy who lives here, right?โ€ You nod, still mostly confused but now also amazed, as the lighting in this room hugs her most delicious shadows, her tits and her thighs now almost irresistibly touchable. โ€œIโ€™ve heard some pretty sweet things about youโ€ฆsomething about walking around in your boxers all night at a party after giving a girl your clothes who got drenched in punch or somethingโ€ฆ?โ€ Youโ€™ve only just started planning which of your friends is most likely to get a punch in the shoulder for their loose lips when she starts tracing her fingers along the edges of her top, leading your eyes back again to her mouth-watering cleavage. Your mind redirects to appreciation for whomever left out the fact that you were the one who accidentally spilled the punch on that woman in the first place. โ€œUhm yeah, that was me,โ€ you say, working some more confidence into your voice by the end. She leans over toward

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