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When Tiya threw herself into Lynn's arms, her petite body instinctively tensed up.
At this moment, her hands gently pressed against Lynn's chest, the gap between their bodies nearly zero, and although her bosom was not particularly full, it still gently pressed into a lovely arc against Lynn's solid chest.
This posture was tantalizingly ambiguous.
With just a slight rise on her toes, she could have leaned up to kiss Lynn on the lips.
She could even feel his breath softly brushing past the tips of her hair.
Incredibly intense.
Then, a pleasant scent wafted over, as if freshly washed clothes had been dried in the sun with a hint of soft herbaceous aroma.
It wasn't the body fragrance of a woman or the pungent smell of cosmetics ingrained, but a clean, sunlit scent.
This was a far cry from the stale sweatiness associated with men in her stereotypes.
