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I take the opportunity to appraise her backside. Need and arousal grip me as I imagine those perfect globes bare and flushed after I’ve bent her over. I rub my chin. Again, the beat of some ancient drum fills me compelling me to claim her. The girl has no idea how much she is tempting fate. “ I’m the Big Bad Wolf, baby. I corrected her, but she is too far away to hear.