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Binaca flopped onto the couch in tiny gym shorts and a cropped tank top, bare feet propped up on the coffee table. Lean muscle with soft curves, messy hair falling into her face, eyes glued to the TV, and a smirk that said she was ready for anything. Her brother, Jay, wandered in, shirtless, sweatpants hanging low. He plopped down beside her, completely oblivious. One leg brushed hers. Something s...
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