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Authors Note:
Anything that happens in the next 2 chapters will not have influence on the story, so feel free to skip through them if you want.
Thank you.
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Realizing what he had done Dean quickly moved his lips away from Irma's neck, as his eyes started to shake violently from fear, while he tasted a little blood from his mouth.
'Did I bite her?'
Irma not wanting the man in front of her to stop started to unbutton his shit and Dean seeing that it was just a hickey, started to move his hand inside her small skirt.
"Ahh~"
Jolts of pleasure assaulted Irma's body, as Dean started kneading her compart inner thighs. Dean's other hand was quick to unbutton her shirt.
"Please don't."
Frowning at the Irma request, Dean asked.
"Why?"
"I have– mmmh!"
