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Tiny cream skirt, long legs glowing under the golden hour, a blouse buttoned just enough to make your mouth go dry. Her hair fell loose around her shoulders, and the glasses she was wearing caught the light as she scanned the crowd. She looked effortlessly cool, a little untouchable, and so fucking hot it felt like a punch to the chest.
This is how you die, you thought. Horniness at first sight. Or maybe love. Probably both.














