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My fingers ached to feel the contours of her body, and I didn’t waste any time. Starting at the hollow of her collarbone, I traced a path downwards. The satin dress she wore did little to mask the warmth of her skin, and it wasn’t long before my hands cupped her breasts, feeling the hardness of her nipples pressing into my palms.
Sliding further down, my fingers found the curve of her hips and then ventured towards the heat between her thighs. There was no barrier, no fabric to halt my progress. Emily had come prepared, or perhaps she liked the thrill of it, the danger. Either way, the realization that she wore no underwear made my heart race.
As I touched her, the dampness was evident, her readiness unmistakable. “You still want more, don’t you?” I breathed into her ear, the scent of her arousal heavy in the air.
She tried to put up a front, hesitating for a moment, “I’m not sure…maybe I’m done.” But her voice quivered, betraying her true desires.
My fingers, coated with her essence, traced circles on her inner thigh, teasing her. My lips soon followed, leaving a trail of kisses that slowly approached her center. Without the impediment of any fabric, I had direct access to her most intimate area. My tongue gently explored her, tasting her, feeling her body respond to every flick and swirl. Her moans grew…
