Malcom looked at Poppy, her pupils were blown with desire, cheeks flushed a pretty pink that made her smattering of freckles stand out even more. Her breathing was shallow and fast.She took a minute to process his command, but finally, with shaking hands, she slowly, tantalizingly started to take off her clothes. First, her shirt, the trembling of her fingers made it hard for her to do the buttons, but she eventually was able to slip her blouse off her shoulders. Her plain white bra with the small pink bow between her breasts was the most beautiful think he’d ever seen. Her generous breasts gleamed at the top of her bra cups, the skin almost glowing in the light of the room. They bounced a little with her movements. Malcom bit back a groan as he watched her take off her bra. She really had the most perfect tits, he thought. It took everything in him not to reach out and pinch her pert, pink nipples. But this wasn’t about pleasure, not his, not hers; not yet at least.This was about
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