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Over the next couple of weeks, my encounters with Mr. Anderson became a regular and much-anticipated part of my routine. Each visit seemed to get bolder and more intimate, and the anticipation alone was enough to keep me wet all day.
One particularly hot afternoon, I arrived at Mr. Anderson’s place wearing a flowy summer dress with nothing underneath. The thin fabric clung to my curves, making it clear that I was braless and pantyless. The sight of me standing in his doorway in that state sent a visible shiver of excitement through him.
“You look absolutely stunning,” he said, his voice thick with desire.
I smiled coyly and stepped inside, feeling his eyes devouring every inch of me. As soon as the door closed, he pulled me into his arms and kissed me deeply, his hands roaming over my back and down to my ass, squeezing it firmly.
“Let’s not waste any time,” he murmured against my lips, his hand slipping under my dress to cup my bare pussy. I gasped at the sudden contact, already wet from the anticipation.
He led me to the couch and gently pushed me down, spreading my legs wide. The cool air against my exposed skin made me shiver. He knelt between my legs, his eyes locked onto mine as he leaned in and placed a soft kiss on my inner thigh, slowly working his way up.
His breath was hot against my skin, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. The anticipation was almost unbearable. When his lips finally made contact with my clit, I let out a loud…
