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Miranda read the message several times. This was going exactly where she wanted it to. She hurriedly slipped off her dress, grabbing the vibrator and switching it to its lowest setting. Those higher ones were for later. She positioned herself on the bed and rested the vibrator on the duvet next to her. Taking a quick snap of it next to her thigh, she sent it to him with a response.
-Promise. Now tell me what you thought about.
-I was thinking about slowly pulling that ribbon on your dress so I could get my mouth on those suckable nipples. I’d bought more ice cream just for the occasion.
Miranda took the vibrator and rested it against her core, heat already building in her.
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