Chapter 132 STORY 48-YOU CAN TOUCH ME!

Terry scanned the lithe petite young body contorting in front of him.

He drank in the contours of what he would have called a perfect ass, curvaceous hips and somewhere in the supple form in front he imagined small pert breasts. 

He pulled down the bar to his chest as he took a deep breath and the...

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