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The next day I certainly wouldn't remember your taste anymore. Or how your beard scratched my skin deliciously for each of your kisses. Much less the feeling of his warm and large hands around my thin waist. I wouldn't remember, no.

When he held my face and threw a final kiss at me, I felt my lower lip tremble and my whole skin burn, whether by distance or by the small approach, I didn't know. My eyes almost didn't stay open, sleepy by the growing excitement. My body pulsed by the desperate beats of my heart, and my skin was loaded with sensitivity at every point where her hands focused, a soft caress that left me on alert, completely connected.

" Lower the top of your dress to your waist" your tone was still dangerously hard, sexy, and I immediately corresponded to the request.

My fingers crashed into the icy material, and I realized how close it was to a combustion. The zipper slipped smoothly, leaving a suggestive gap between my heavy breasts. I had to arch my back to get space ins