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- >skintight ensemble leaving nothing to the imagination
- >her every curves hugged tight
- >using the right angle, you can even make out the plump treasure hidden in between her thigh gap
- >angle she only allows you to see
- >her darling
- >better yet when you're finally home after one of her concerts, both exhausted, her enticing wear now hidden beneath a long jacket, one she quickly dispatches to allow your eyes to revel in her beauty
- >yet, the smugness dripping from her content smile and that playful glint in her eyes sends your heart for another spin, silently telling you that the evening is far from over
- >and you know just the way you want it to start
- >quickly dispatching your own superfluous garments, you all but leap for the sofa, placing your head on the headrest before signaling her to come your way
- >she knows what you have in mind, or if she doesn't, she's not showing it
- >you can feel your mouth watering as the clapping sounds of her heels against the cold floor grow closer and closer
- >you try your best and keep your eyes on hers, but ultimately fail, your gaze swiftly finding its target
- >she hums to show her appreciation, she knows you really tried, and it's not like she really minds anyway
- >she perfectly knew of the effects of wearing such assets, and using them to her advantage certainly won't make her any less of a lady
- >"Oh darling, thank you for the seat, I am exhausted~,"
- >she turns around as her words echoes in your head, for a fraction of a second you try and think of a response to give her, but only a groan comes out as she finds her place
- >the warmth and softness hits you first
- >the kind of warmth you can't have enough of, the kind you can't help but press forward trying to find more
- >to which she responds with yet another content sound
- >then the smell
- >her smell
- >and intermixed between her own unique fragrance, the faint hint of sweat and her shampoo, there's also the smell of nylon tickling your nostrils
- >you can't keep yet another groan from escaping your throat
- >and as if having a mind of their own, your hands shoot up and forward to grab at her flesh, as if to secure the treasure you found
- >but the slender fingers caressing your scalp before grabbing a fistful of hair reassures your reptilian brain, she doesn't plan on going anywhere anytime soon
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