Gianna’s POV Gianna was nervous. I could smell it on her. But she obeyed, stepping out of her dress. “Face me.” She turned, and for a long moment, I couldn’t move. She wore a red lacy bra and matching panties, suspenders clipped to her thigh-high stockings. Her breasts were full and round, pressing against the fabric, rising and falling with each uneven breath. My gaze slid down her chest to the soft curve of her tummy, then lower, resting between her legs. Her thighs twitched slightly, and I knew she felt the same heat building between us. Need slammed through me. I wanted to tear those panties off, to find her slick and ready. I slid my fingers along her, teasing her clit, pushing inside, feeling her open up for me. Every shiver that ran through her, every soft gasp, drove me harder. I pushed into her, my cock throbbing painfully, blood hammering through me. I couldn’t get the image of her stroking herself on the bed out of my head, even as I stroked myself, my hand slick with
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