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ere He does it with one singleover my breasts

I half-expect him to pull the straps down my shoulders, but instead he takes one step back “Take it off,” he co by themselves in response I push the straps down ht on top of my dress My nipples are hard, alers, mouth, and skin on them

For a long second, he says nothing I closeed with electricity I can al off, and still he waits, letting the fire of anticipation rage in both of our bodies

“You look so fucking perfect,” he says, ainst o to the wall and I unconsciously jut ainst his crotch I sigh deeply as I feel his thick shape straining against his pants, pulsing with desire and lust He laceshis forear his hips at est I have ever felt… And let et to feel a lot of cocks

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His lips are onin et hi to place rabsmy whole arm behind my back

“You want it that ainst the hold he has on

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“Stop,” he says firmly, and I stop dead in my tracks We’re just a few inches away, and that is alh to drive me insane—to know that I could just reach for his shirt and start peeling it off of hiain responding without his co to be filtered by my brain I don’t knohat it is about him, but the moment he speaks, I do it As soon as ain, ainst his pants “How bad do you want it?”

“I want it bad,” I say,as he starts to unbuckle his belt I can’t even blink,in front ofmovements he takes the belt out froo back to his crotch, unbuttoning it with deliberate andpatience Each buttons he undoes, e … And with each button he pops out, his cock strains harder against his boxer briefs

“Then have it,” Arsen says, reaching forainst mine, our kiss one of wildness and frenzied lust When he stands up again, ers on the side of his pants and slowly pull thes and over his underwear, but never touching his cock I want to touch it , but I want to make him feel the poison of anticipation in his veins

I let ers move up and down—up to his waist and then down to the heit pulse o near it Then, unable to put it off any longer, I flatten the pal I biteto hurt?