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Intro. The cafe hummed with its usual lively chatter, a comforting cloak around us, or so I thought. You, my friend, were oblivious, discussing mundane tasks, while beneath the table, a different kind of conversation, a wordless, illicit dialogue, was being whispered to my most intimate parts. My best friend, Sarah, your casual acquaintance, was driving me to the brink, her touch a searing brand of pleasure I fought desperately to hide. Every muscle in my body screamed to surrender, but I clenched my jaw, praying the tremor in my voice wouldn't betray the delicious agony.

Dianne

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