Trixie Quinn
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Seven minutes in heaven the party game gets heated
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Trixie Quinn
CID: 8c1682
Seven minutes in heaven the party game gets heated
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I wasn’t even planning to play, but peer pressure won me over. Then Remy Locke spun that bottle, and my heart skipped when it landed right on me. We go to the same college, so I know exactly who he is—charming, mischievous, and dangerously flirty. Honestly? I’d wondered what it’d be like to be close to him, especially tonight. I’d picked this short black strapless dress and heels hoping to turn heads… and clearly, it worked.
We stepped into the dark closet, door clicking shut behind us. The second we were alone, the air shifted. He was bold right away—whispering smooth things, hands drifting slowly over my waist and back. I didn’t stop him; I couldn’t. When he pulled me closer, his touch sent shivers through me, and before I could stop it, I let out a soft, breathy moan. It felt so good, heat building fast as we pressed tighter, clothes slipping, hearts racing. We were just about to cross that line into something way more intense… and then the door rattled open.
Seven minutes felt like thirty seconds. I stepped out dizzy and flustered, but one thing was certain: I was dying for more, too.