Petticoats
Henrietta’s thoughts often turned to what her best friend might look like with her clothes torn off and tossed into the grass.
Henrietta’s thoughts often turned to what her best friend might look like with her clothes torn off and tossed into the grass.
When she leaned forward, I expected a few kind words followed by excuses to leave. But instead she tilted her head and placed her lips lightly upon mine.
I blushed and averted my eyes, but felt my nipples peak under her gaze. “Thank you,” I mumbled.
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Cam ran her fingers along my skin and kissed the flesh at my thighs.
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As their mouths opened to each other, he caught the scent of sex still lingering on his lover’s skin, mixed with a dark cologne of midnight and exotic heat.
I brushed his toned abs with a finger, watching the way the afternoon sun through the Venetian blind chopped his body: light, dark, light, dark.
I noticed her pupils dilate, her breasts rising and falling with each breath…
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Sissy shifted down onto her knees, closed her eyes and bared her throat, while Eric dug his fingers into her soft, blonde hair.