The Adored Son-In-Law
Driven by the moment, I lowered my head to hers, capturing her lips, while my hand slid down, kneading the soft curves of her hips.
Then I grabbed the hem of her dress and pushed it up to her waist.
My fingers traced lower, brushing the edge of her lace underwear. They slid into the curve where her thighs met her hips, sinking into the soft, yielding flesh that seemed to mold around my touch.
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