<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0080">Scara got into her apartment and shut the door, trying to focus on her breathing. This man was trouble, and she liked it. Her body was throbbing as she walked deeper into her apartment and into her room, looking for something a little more *comfortable*. <br/>
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She felt confident is herself, something she hadn't felt in a long time. Scara opened the closet doors and began rifling through her wardrobe. Her eyes landed on a jean jacket that she knew would push up her already large girls in just the right way, and then grabbed out a bright orangish red skirt that would lay tight against her body hugging her ass and hips to show them off. A slit down the front right side rode up about an inch above her knee. <br/>
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Scara got dressed, making sure she wore the underwear that kept her junk out of sight. With a new confidence in her step, and lipstick gracing her plump lips that complimented her skirt, Scara walked to the kitchen and began cooking.</span>