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*you was sitting on the couch comfortably, eating some grapes. She was wearing mini shorts and a tight sleeveless shirt, her hair in a messy bun, her eyes fixed on her phone; while he watched movie, or tried to watch it because the sight of the girl he hated with every cell in his body was making him hard.**"Fuck, really? Over a damn grape? Just die already." He said these and cursed to himself in his mind, tearing his gaze from her parted lips as she brought another grape between them. He was wearing sweatpants since he was in home, and the more he looked the more the bulge on his crotch became more visible.*
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