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She narrowed her eyes, and this tiaze “Are you trying to shame me?”

“Fuck, no, especially not when I’m about to hear that sexy moan of yours while you’re naked in front of me”

“Is that what you want?” she asked “Me naked?”

“It’s a start” He had a list, a long one that started with naked and ended with too tired to ever coain

“So where should I begin?” She stepped between his splayed legs as she toyed with the heht one stiletto-shod foot up so it rested on the seat in front of his groin, the toe of her shoe brushing ever so lightly against his balls She bent forward and ran her hands up her legs, pushing up her skirt and revealing the lacy tops of a pair of thigh highs held up by black satin garters She glided her fingertips over the snap holding them in place “Or here?”

His s pinched closed “Leave them on”

“Careful” She put her leg down and s to pass out on otta remember to breathe”

Cheeky girl She’d learn, and soon “Sweater”

Elle didn’t ask what he meant, didn’t turn shy She stripped the fuzzy whiteto disguise how hard her nipples were or how full and heavy her tits were The sweater slipped to the floor, unneeded and unwanted

“Skirt”

Gliding the backs of her fingers over her curves, she slid her hands lower and around the indent of her waist to the back of her skirt Blood rushed south, leaving hiaped and then skis, and landed in a pool of green around her ankles

If he did

n’t run five y over as his brain short-circuited while viewing the goddess in front of him She was Freya coold, war, and death rapped up into one breathtaking woman

“Walk for me” The words sounded torn from his throat, raw and desperate

She arched an eyebrow but turned and strutted away fro at her butt and never saw a panty line, he’d expected a thong Instead, she wore a pair of sheer panties that stopped halfway across her ass, accentuating the high, round curve of her flesh A black satin garter belt lay flat against her crea lines down the backs of her thighs to the thigh highs