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My Sassy 45 [ S P G ]

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The room was dimly lit, the only sound the soft hum of the air conditioning and the distant chirping of crickets. Logan lay sprawled on the bed, his chest rising and falling rhythmically as he caught his breath, the remnants of their passionate encounter still simmering in the air.

Aliyah sat up beside him, her naked body glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. She reached over to the nightstand, her fingers brushing against the cool metal of a blindfold. A mischievous smile played at the corners of her lips as she turned back to Logan.

"Hey," she whispered, her voice a sultry purr that sent a shiver down his spine. "I’ve got something else in mind for us."

Logan's brow furrowed in curiosity. "What are you up to?"

Aliyah didn't answer right away. Instead, she leaned forward, pressing a finger to his lips to silence him. Her touch was electric, sending a jolt of anticipation coursing through his veins. Slowly, she brought the blindfold to his eyes, her movements deliberate and teasing.

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