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Beatrice's eyes began to fall on Samuel's shirt, which still clung to her husband's body. "Um... it's a good idea to take it off, Sam." The hand that still cupped Samuel's face moved again. This time Beatrice's determination was clear; to get back at Samuel for squeezing Beatrice's ass like that.

What did he say? Squeezed? Is Beatrice's ass a doll?

Beatrice's slow, almost constant, wet intervals and her eyes following the fingers down Samuel's face made it clear to her that her husband was enjoying what she was doing. Occasionally, right at the top of her husband's chest, Beatrice would deliberately stop. Twisting it with the tip of her index finger was what she did next. The buttons of the shirt were still fully undone and Beatrice began to undo them.

Samuel simply gave in. He had no intention of asking her to stop. Even when she removed her shirt completely. Leaving behind an undershirt that was already wet.

"I've always liked the shape of your body."

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