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Three close friends were discussing Laila, an exotic belly dancer they had seen perform at a cabaret some time back.
“What erotic dance movements! Raw sex appeal oozed from every pore of that woman’s body,” remembered Matt. “I can never forget those soft hips shaking so seductively,” recollected Ron. Carnal lust clouded their faces. Henry in whose house this conversation was taking place, stood up angrily. “Be careful guys! Do not provoke me by insulting my innocent wife!” Sure enough, she entered the room and greeted them, before kissing her husband passionately. Everyone else present there, turned green with envy.
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