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Xavier boarded his jet with Cathleen. He kept on feeling drawn to Cathleen; he was even scared that maybe he might cross the line after tonight. He brushed it off and kept staring at his watch. He didn’t want anyone with them, as Cathleen was still under whatever the fuck she was given at that party, and she couldn’t stop touching herself.

When the jet was close to Miami, Xavier smiled wickedly. But then he stared at Cathleen; she was now seated in one place, opening and closing her palms. Her mouth was completely red from biting. She looked nervous. But instead, Xavier allowed himself to appreciate all of her body's dips and curves, with her black hair still tied in a ponytail. Cathleen loved tying her hair like that, and it had been torture for Xavier, but he chose not to think much about it until today. Every time Cathleen tied her hair like that, he always had thoughts of tugging on it.

Xavier looked at Cathleen and groaned, suddenly feeling the heat to spice things up. He shifte