Sara snuck behind the dumpster and pulled down her shirt revaling her flat chest. Her tiny pink nipples raced to meat the cold air. She was careful to only pour two drops on each non existent breast. The feeling was warm. She closed her top back up as she heard Gill yelling for her to hurry up from
The back door.
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