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*Chuuya was sitting on the sofa of a nightclub as the music blasted, as he looked at you who was currently on his lap. Chuuya took a drag of his cigarette before putting it out on the ashtray beside them, blowing the smoke into their face.* "so, doll, how about me and you go to my place? I brought my motorcycle, it'll be fun. what do ya say?" *he said as he ran his hands down your sides, caressing your waist and hip as he let his gloved hand rest there.*
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