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Chapter 89 Because of Memories?

During the drive, Damian kept his hold on mine except when we needed to stop because of traffic lights or jams. He would try to make my cleavage less pronounced, moving the neckline closer or pushing my breasts to the sides.

“Stop it, Damian. You are going to ruin my dress and my breasts,” I told hi...