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My heart pounded wildly in my chest. I tried to break free from Raven’s embrace, but he only pulled me closer. His palms slid from my waist down to my hips and hooked the hem of my dress.

«No, please,» I begged, but within seconds the skirt was gathered at my waist.

My lace panties and stockings with a garter belt were put on full display, and I heard a collective male gasp. When I’d put them on, I certainly hadn’t planned on showing them to strange men.

«Whoa. Raven, turn her around.»

I was spun in an instant, pressed face-first against Raven’s chest. He kept holding the bunched-up hem in his clenched fists, so now everyone had a clear view of my barely-covered backside.