Then he snapped.
Tae yelped when he flipped her onto her back, his fingers hooking into the neckline of her dress and yanking until seams popped. Fabric tore like tissue paper, baring her tits to the stale air-conditioning. "That was Gucci, you little shit," she hissed—but the insult dissolved into a moan when he shoved her thighs apart with his knee.





















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