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With irab the tab of the zipper and yank down, exposing her smooth, delicate back one pale inch at a time Then I slide the fabric off her shoulders and down her ar her like a present The dress falls froant line of her spine blessedly uninterrupted by a bra strap, before dropping to cling to her thighs, giving me the full visual feast of the curved indent of her waist and the flare of her hips

I s Jesus, she’s like a work of art I can’t wait to get my hands all over her, my mouth on every inch of her

With a shi her shoes with it, leaving her shielded only by a pair of sheer pink, lace-trih, pert cheeks of her ass and do very little to make her look less naked

Holy fuck I want that—want her—so badly I can barely breathe

I slide the red curtain of her hair over one shoulder, totally baring her back, before I wrap h to let her know the touch isn’t incidental Her harsh breathing fills the silence, growing more audible as I feel my way down the velvety skin of her back, then trail my palm lower to caress her ass

The air turns electric I’et inside Sloan soon

“You’re beautiful,” I murmur

She braces her hands against the wall and lets her head fall back in surrender “Touch me”

I am, but she wants more She wants my hands not simply on her but all over her I’m down for that

When I press my chest to her bare back, the heat between usanother spark straight to my cock

Then I skate my hand across her flat sto her breasts in my hands Like the rest of her, they feel hot to the touch They’re heavy as they fall into raze my thumbs over the tips, she melts back into me

“Do you like that, baby?” I struain

“Yes” Her breath catches

I nuzzle her neck, breathing on the sensitive flesh behind her ear, wringing a ing my lips down to the soft skin where her neck ently she shudders and arches, panting ever harder

“I want you naked”