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And she leaned forward again. This time she pushed her knees up to properly kiss him, hands sliding around his neck. He shifted and hiked her skirt a bit to straddle his legs and they continued. Her hands wandered now, his own were too nervous to move away from their grip on her hips. Her fingers found the buttons of his jacket and began popping them one by one, opening the lapels. She splayed her hands out on his chest and slid up, fingertips pushing the jacket from his shoulders. He pulled his hands from her to shrug the jacket off completely and tossed it.

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