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Thorn. The color of Delilah’s face drops when she sees me standing behind her. Her hands work fast as she uses her gown to hide her undressed body that I’ve seen before, one that I’ve touched and tasted. For a slight moment, I forget that I snuck in here to question and force her to speak to me about pending matters. My eyes land on her swollen bosom that is sitting perky in her red bra. It has been far long since I laid my eyes on her skin. From her breasts, my eyes take a look at her wide hips and the reflection of her corpulent bum which is present in the reflection of the mirror. “How dare you come in here? Get out!” Delilah yells, her voice is sharp and it finds a way to cut my gaze off her body. Delilah’s usually gentle features contort in a torrent of fury. I step closer to he