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76: Eye Wall
Collapsed lightly atop Andrew’s chest with her weight supported on her knees straddling him, Evelyn passively allowed him to move her, tugging her out of the twisted tangled silken nightgown she wore. As she settled over him again, she squirmed and stretched to put her mouth to his ear. “Do you really consider undressing is wise?”
Planting his heels, he arched his hips upward into a tabled position, sending a blissful rippling aftershock through her, originating where their bodies were still merged. Hearing her soft groan so close to his ear, he groaned in response, hurrying to slide his sleep pants down his hips before relaxing flat on the bed again.
“I consider anything that keeps as much of my naked flesh directly against yours to be wise,” he replied with a chuckle, his lips close to hers as she'd done to him. Tipping his face to hers, he pecked a brief kiss upon her lips as he used his legs and feet to work his sleep pants the rest of the way down his long legs.
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