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As I tug on the wispy fabric fluttering around her waist, the lone strap still clinging to her shoulder pulls taut, but her other breast pops free, along with the pink tip of her hard, irresistible nipple

“Fuck, baby…” I breathe, bending to capture the pert bud in , low, probably too loud moan

And I don’t care who hears

For two torturous weeks, I’ve been haunted by the ainst ainst ht aher back to my bed

This tiht shiue teases it Between licks, I drink in the sight of the delicate blue veining under her almost translucent skin The supple curves of her tits on top of her shs Her adorable toes

I need more

Conscious of the ticking clock and all the hidden parts of her body I still need to unwrap, I suck her wet nipple back intothe other strap down her shoulder and pulling the lingerie beneath both breasts

I cup thewith satisfaction that the tip is a deeper, rosier pink Then I turntreatment—a lick, followed by a flick of my thumb, then a nip before I back away

Motherfucking hell, this is hot I inhale her strawberry scent, suctioning her until her tender bud scrapes the roof of hter, her breaths shallow and panting Her knees give out, and sheup my neck as if she can’t contain her need to touch me in return

Standing isn’t working anymore I’m not sure how much time I have left since I shoveda second

I lift Sloan againstyou to the bed I have to see what else is under this sexy baby doll”

She doesn’t protest, sis around me as I make my way to the soft-as-a-cloud mattress and lay her across the red rose petals Once she’s on her back, it doesn’t take le the top half of her baby doll down her body The second it clears her feet, I toss it across the room

She won’t be needing that anymore

But the view of her lying down, bathed in golden sunlight, takes my breath away

So does the wet spot at the front of her tiny thong that clings to her hips by the thinnest of strings