ℕ𝕠𝕥 𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕕...
TW: Mature content
"𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙞𝙚, 𝙄 𝙙𝙞𝙚."
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Lydia Grayson is a popular girl; gorgeous, caring, intelligent, humorous, and a tad bit of a badass; She knows how to party. No one knows about the challenges she faces...
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Sexual content
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... The Greek god of a man grabbed my lace panties and slowly dragged them down my legs, never looking away from my eyes.
When the air hit my bare core, my breath became stuck in my throat.
The next thing I knew, Chance's tongue was running up my slit. The sudden impact made me gasp. My eyes fluttered and I leaned back against the pillow, letting out a low moan.
"This tattoo is so hot" he hummed, sending a vibration through my core.
I got a rose bikini-line tattoo on my seventeenth birthday, my friends and I back home all got them done at the same time. Cringy, but it was in a way symbolism of our friendship. They weren't bad friends, but they weren't exactly good ones either, none of them made an effort to contact me when I spent a year in the hospital after my car accident; and to this day I still haven't heard from them.
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Lydia's tattoo:
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