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I'm Ariana not Ariana grande .I'm Ariana Marie .I'm 19 years old I'm out of college I live in cali with a friend of mine . Right now we're in a club . "shot please" I say to the bartender. My roommate is dry humping some stranger . "Care to dance beautiful?" Someone asks me . I turn around and see a blonde headed, brown eyed handsome guy . "Of course baby " I wink and sway my hips to the beat . He puts his hands on my waist and I move onto him . He kisses my neck and spins me around so were facing he kisses my jawline then makes his way to my lips and brushes them then attacks then soft but rough. "Wanna take this upstairs?" He asks I nod my head not wanting to say something . He takes my hand and leads me upstairs .
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