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Creepy crawly, all through her mouth. she could feel their hard bodies against her tongue, slipping down her throat, blocking her air ways. They dug under her skin, skittered across her eyes, eyes that she couldn't close.
And he was so tall and so sexy and it was completely the one thing in the world she wanted. So she went for it, her voice ringing with laughter and desire. She touched his arm, giggled at his inanity and at the end of their time, she decided he wasn't her type at all. And she left him, sitting at the bar, staring at where she’d been, wanting, thinking about her.