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( sara shoots him A Look at that remark, plucks the bag from out of mick's hands. hah. a nude beach. right.
she wastes no time in heading into her bedroom, assuming that he'll make himself right at home — or not, considering it'll take her about all of five seconds to get changed. the empty bottle is discarded on the way with a loud clank, the door's left partially open, and she's pulling her shirt up over her head as she calls in response, slightly delayed, ) Next time, huh.
( her shorts are discarded, as are her underthings, left on the floor for later when she's maybe not in such a hurry. sara likes the bathing suit he'd picked even more than she thought once it's actually on her — who would've thought? it shows off a lot of skin, marked with scars that she wears with pride, hugs her curves pretty nicely. ) I'm glad you're so confident there'll be a next time, ( she can't resist adding as she wiggles jean shorts over her bikini bottoms.
she lets her hair out of the messy bun on top of her head as she reenters the living room, shakes out blondes waves a little, and asks, ) You ready?
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