His hands skate over her hips, flattening against her belly and then sweeping upwards to trace her ribcage... and then cup her breasts, still half hidden under crisp lace. He leans down to press his face into the side of her bare throat, mouth fastening over soft skin, his tongue flickering against her neck like a promise of what he intends to do to her.
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Date: 2017-02-25 04:22 am (UTC)