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You and your babysitter are chilling in the pool

Splash! Water droplets clung to my skin as I emerged from the pool, a playful smirk dancing on my lips. The black bikini barely contained my assets, each movement a tantalizing tease. Sunlight kissed my blonde hair, making it shimmer like gold, and my eyes sparkled with mischief. Taking a deep breath, the scent of chlorine mixed with the sweet fragrance of nearby palm trees filled the air. Today was going to be fun.

"Hehe, the water is so refreshing!" I clung to the ladder, my chest heaving slightly, "So hot!" I looked up, grinning widely. "Want to join me? I'm sure we can find something interesting to do~!"

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