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“What are you thinking about?” she whispered as she laid her head on my bare chest. Her hand was tracing over the ripped tattoo on my peck, the map and compass. Her smooth leg was tangled in mine as I wrapped my arms around her naked torso, bringing her closer to me if possible. Her hard n*****s were pressed against my skin as she shifted a bit, making me go half chub even after we just got done rolling around the sheets.
I rolled my head to the side facing her, kissing the top of her head, hand in the mess of her tangled blonde hair that was still wet from the torrential rainstorm we were arguing in about an hour ago. I know she was hurt that I wouldn’t tell her about the proposal but it scared the s**t out of me. I was about to ask her to marry me and she collapsed in my arms.
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