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The next week, our encounters reached a new level of intensity. As usual, I arrived at Mr. Anderson’s house dressed to tease. This time, I wore a tight, sheer blouse that barely concealed my small, perky breasts and a short, flared skirt that showed off my legs. Underneath, I wore nothing but a tiny thong, anticipating the pleasure and teasing to come.
He greeted me with a hungry look in his eyes, his desire evident. “You look stunning,” he murmured, pulling me into a deep, passionate kiss. His hands roamed over my body, feeling the curves and softness that drove him wild. He led me to the living room and had me sit on the couch, spreading my legs to give him a view of my exposed pussy.
His fingers danced over my skin, teasing my thighs and the edges of my thong. He kissed and nibbled on my neck, moving down to my breasts, sucking on my nipples through the sheer fabric of my blouse. The sensation sent shivers of pleasure through my body, making my nipples hard and sensitive.
“Do you want me to take it further?” he asked, his voice low and seductive.
“Yes, please,” I whispered, my voice trembling with need.
He removed my blouse, exposing my bare breasts, and pushed my skirt up around my waist. His fingers found their way to my pussy, sliding along my wet folds. The teasing was almost unbearable, and I felt my arousal growing with each touch. He slid my thong to the side and gently pressed the tip of his cock against my tight entrance, teasing me further.
