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he muttered. With swift hands, i unbottened his shirt, exposing his abs that just seemed to be something crafted from a fantasy book. My fingers trailed along his tatoos, it all seemed like one long pattern of shapes and numbers, all connected in a way to tell a story and I realized then that was what he intended to bring out, a story that made every other story small compared to this. "You have me," I muttered. He ripped what was left of my cloth, exposing my already perked nipples that stood under the cool night air. His eyes glowed in mischief, a testament to the fact that this was what he wanted, this and nothing else.

I shiver against the wall, body still burning, craving whatever comes next. He looks at me with those intense eyes and starts pulling at my clothes right there against the wall. My shirt comes off first, then my bra. He grips my tits hard with both hands, squeezing them so tight it leaves red marks on my soft skin. I feel the heat from his fingers digging in. "These tits are mine tonight," he says in a low voice. "Your brother's wife, letting me mark you up like this."

Her mouth opened wide as she stared at something behind me. Seeing her reaction, I furrowed my brow and turned around. But as soon as I did, my mouth dropped open too. Standing in front of me was Eric, shirtless. In all his glory, his abs were clearly visible under the campfire light. And what made it even worse was that he was too close for my comfort. "What are you thinking?" I whispered frantically, aware that everyone was staring at us. "You threw me in the water and left me alone," he replied casually. "That's cruel, Alexis. And about the shirt... I hate wet clothes. I can't take off my pants, so at least I can take off my shirt, right?"

He walked them out and them locked the door. I smirked, "Why are you looking the door? it's hot in here", I said. "Really? how about I help you take off your clothes", he said and walked over to me, I was leaning on his table. "Hmm, I'm not sure that's allowed here", I said, his hands reached for my buttons, fiddling with them. "Who's gonna find out?", he asked. I shrugged, "Okay maybe we can keep it a secret", I teased and his mouth went straight into neck and bit it.

What the fuck is wrong with me? Emma beamed between us, completely oblivious. “See? I told you he’s amazing!” We sat down, and I tried to act normal. I smiled, laughed at their stories, and asked about the wedding plans. But my eyes kept drifting back to Alex. The way his shirt stretched across his chest when he reached for his wine. The strong veins on his forearms. How his lips moved when he spoke. Every little detail made my pussy ache. Under the table, I squeezed my thighs together, feeling my thong already soaked. I imagined him bending me over right there in the restaurant, hiking my dress up and fucking me hard while Emma watched.

I even forgot to breathe for a moment until Eric's voice snapped me out of my dazed state. "You know you're gonna die if you don't breathe right," Eric said before picking up his shirt and throwing it on. He was wearing blue jeans and a Burgundy t-shirt looking like a freaking panty ripper, Shit! Where did the word panty ripper come from I asked myself as I stood there still watching Eric? Usually, I would have felt so shy and run away the moment Eric catches me staring at him, but today my boldness surprised even me myself as I continued to stand there not moving an inch.

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I'll prepare some food and open a bottle of wine, which is all well, but I don't possess any attractive underwear, and even if I did, I wouldn't have anything classy to cover it. Shawna answered, "Okay, don't wear any underwear." I yelled, "Commando!" She laughed, saying, "Yeah, come on, he's seen you naked before. "Wear one of his shirts. Guys love it when girls wear their shirts and then nothing else," I said, nodding even though she couldn't see me. "They actually do?" In all those romantic films, the girls usually put on the boys' shirts, and the guy then falls in love with them right away. She hesitated, "Well, the movies make them seem like they do.

It was as much as she could do to keep her hand away from her pubis, the warmth doubled by the knowledge that Tony was sharing the same almost uncontrollable emotions. He brought out the rest, one after the other, an exotic feast of sensual delights, each more daring and innovative than the last. There was one of a woman wearing vaguely Eastern dress suggestive of a harem. She was on all fours, bending over so that her pudendum was in full view: the shadowed area between her legs, the plump wet labia fringed with hair. Her mouth encompassed the turgid prick of the youth beneath her. An older man straddled her, about to thrust a truly spectacular twelve-inch cock into the depths of her forbid

He unbuttoned his shirt, took it off, and started giving it to Jasmine, then Jasmine asked, "Don't you have any other clothes, will you go out on the streets like this?" Eric said, "Will people become blind after seeing my body or is it a crime for a handsome smart man to walk around shirtless? If it is, then I can commit this crime and no one dares to catch me." After listening to Eric, Jasmine did not intend to argue with him any further. She wore Eric's shirt and buttoned it. Eric's white shirt looked perfect on her red colored gown and it also covered Jasmine's shoulders. After Jasmine wore his shirt, she took her head out of the car because she did not want to see Eric's muscular body.