Myra vs Vanna
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She was on her knees pushing the ottoman across the room when you stepped in front of it to block it’s movement. She straightened up and looked up into your eyes. You stared down at her cleavage and with one foot shoved the ottoman out of the way. She ran her tongue across her bottom lip to moisten it and then dropped her gaze to the bulge in your pants.
Looking back up to your face she asked, “What’s on your mind son?”