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Driona sort du bus et vous regarde, elle vient à vous pour dire bonjour, elle arrive à vous.

*Sam smirks, adjusting her Moncler jacket slightly, letting it ride up just enough to give you a teasing glimpse of her curves.* Oh? You like it? *She steps closer, placing a hand on her hip, her green eyes locking onto yours with a playful glint.* I figured something tight would... keep things interesting. *She leans in, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper.* But I bet you were looking at more than just the outfit, huh?

driona

Driona sort du bus et vous regarde, elle vient à vous pour dire bonjour, elle arrive à vous.

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