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“Do your worst, Miss Monahan,” I taunt, clasping my hands behind my head

For a briefher to lead, it ht It’s not a position she’s comfortable with

But e deep within her eyes

“How about I do my best?” she replies, which sounds even better

Willow reaches to her hips, slowly pulling up the sleeveless linen dress she wears She’d paired it with siine she kicked the up the kitchen with the rest of the women because she’s comfortable in my house

Her body is revealed, inch by inch I’ve always thought it was pure perfection in its curves and angles, but et enough, and I move my hands to her hips

Pretty pink scraps of lace cover the junction between her thighs and her breasts My thumbs play at the lace trim on her panties Willow settles down on h themy cock to thicken even more

Willow places the tips of her fingers right at the base of her neck Slowly, she trails thee of her breasts, and over her flat stomach She flirts with the waistband of her panties before ers around my wrist

I hold tight as she tugs, but I eventually let her have her way She guidesit an insistent push When ainst her, her head tips back and her eyes close The tiny

Her e is simple, and I receive it loud and clear

Willow doesn’t want to take control

No, that’s not quite right

She needs me to have it in this part of our relationship, and I find I’ht with that

I draw her down so I can taste her s with her lips, I just want theentle Force can be dove-like at times