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The deep purple leather dress she wore clung to her every curve like a second skin Purple was perfect on her, highlighting the gorgeous Caribbean blue eyes she shared with her four-year-old daughter

“Feeling good, birthday boy?” she asked with a laugh when she was close enough to touch

She was the perfect leather-wrapped birthday present and damn if he didn’t want to unwrap her slowly What the fuck, it was his birthday, he deserved a little treat, didn’t he?

“Sure aed her closer The stilts on her feet were noin his lap with a squeak

Just that tiny feel of her ass against hi behind the denim

“Copper! What are you doing?” Shell held herself rigid, perched at the front of his lap

That just wouldn’t do Whether it was the fact he was blitzed, the high fro purple dress, the reasons he kept Shell at ar evaporated

“I said c’ his forearainst hi, but then he whispered, “Relax, doll,” in her ear and the tension slowly seeped from her spine That left her soft and pliant in his arms, her back molded to his chest

“W-what are you doing, Copper?” she whispered

Christ, she s just begging for a lick

His head was just cloudy enough to think touching Shell was a good idea If he’d been clear, he’d have realized this was the most physical contact they’d had since her father was killed and he held her sobbing in his arms Back then, she’d been eleven and a child, so Copper’s thoughts were pure Noell now she’d been all wohts hadn’t been pure in a long time