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t, and he began to tug at her blouse roughly. His slightly rough palms trembled as they reached under her blouse, following the curves of her body, climbing upward, that soft skin nearly drove him ma...ves.So, even though she was worn down by the bullying, these days her nerves had been on edge, starting to remind her at dawn, getting her up.She moaned softly, her beautiful body starting to wriggle...