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Warning: Contains +18 scenes. Read at your own risk --------------------- ------------ Eric moved his lips away. He also pulled his hand away from her breast and stopped moving on her top. Jane thought that this was the time for her to breathe out and think that everything is finished. But the next thing that happened made her eyes wide open. Eric took her shirt off. He pulled down her brassiere and shoved his head onto her chest. The next thing she knows, he's already sucking her hardened pinkish n*pples.

He leaned against the counter and watched her with an arrogant expression on his face. Crystal tried to ignore him, but he made her nervous, so nervous, in fact, that while she was drinking her water, her cup slipped out of her hand. She managed to catch it with her free hand before it could hit the ground and smash into a million pieces. But, unfortunately, the contents of the cup were spilled all over her, and her top was soaked. Eric’s eyes went wide as her shirt became translucent. Suddenly, her nipples were visible, and they stood out like two sore thumbs. He felt his manh**d swell, and he longed to hold her and possess her.

I could only hum in response. He trailed kisses up my jaw, then down, stopping just short of my cleavage, nipping slightly. I clawed at his back. "Take off your shirt." He took my lips again, placing my hands on his chest, and I undid his buttons hastely. I wanted to rip the shirt off of him. He made me want to tear off the soft white material, so that the buttons would fall off, scatter to the floor, along with all my inhibitions. Soon he was shirtless, and I marveled at his glory. He was all hard muscle, abs and tattoos. There were so many of them. I made a note to ask the stories of each of them later.

It is amusing to see Erika’s confidence crushed in front of many people here. Grit her teeth, Erika swipes the photo to the next and the photo changes to the picture that she posted on her social media account and said, “See! This is his shirt on the floor!” She then swipes a photo that she secretly took from the official account of Akatsuki Shou which shows that he is using the same shirt as in the picture. Risa turns to look at Shou and back to Erika again. “Erika-chan, every man affords to buy and wear that shirt in the US. Especially when we were at the high-end place like in Vail.”

A low, pleasurable moan escapes my lips as he presses his hardness against my heated core, the friction of his slacks sending waves of ecstasy through me. He positions himself between my legs, sitting up, and lifts me, allowing him to remove my shirt and unclasp my bra. The tearing sound of fabric fills the air as he rips off his own shirt, buttons scattering across the floor. As his chiseled chest emerges, my mouth waters, captivated by his striking physique. Damn, he exudes an irresistible heat that leaves me longing for more.

I noticed the tips were all obvious, I quickly used the shirt to cover up. The air was quite tense, he quickly turned to wear his shirt. “Why are you here?” I asked, trying to lessen the tension. " As you can see, I was treating my wound." he said, buttoning up his shirt. “By the way, are you okay seeing me shirtless?” He asked, raising his eyebrows. " Yeah I am, no big deal" I answered nonchalantly. "I'm not like those girls that are always all over you”. " I didn't ask that, Claire.” he said, tucking his shirt into his trousers. "So that means I wouldn't mind seeing you without a shirt too, you know?". I immediately stood up and threw my shoe at him, “You pervert!". He dodged it and starte

I am alight, moving against him, tasting his tongue and his come in one breath. “Do you like this shirt?” he asks against my lips. I shake my head. Something clicks, and with a sound of ripping fabric, Dante slits my shirt up the middle. The two halves fall away, and he yanks my bra cup aside to torture one of my nipples. I moan his name. Warm air whisks against my bare skin, and I press myself close to him. I can feel his soaked cock against my leg, just below the hem of my shorts. He’s not ready to go again yet, but I’m sure we can find a way to fill the time. I tear at the buttons on his shirt, wishing I had the knife to strip him.

My hands began to work at the buttons on his shirt, being careful not to pull too hard. The moment I got his shirt open, I pressed my palms against his bare chest. I rubbed them over his torso. It was a tactile experience that heightened the arousal burning low in my belly. I couldn’t hold back. As much as I wanted to prolong the experience, I couldn’t wait. I pushed the shirt off his shoulders, kissing him as I did.

Was he about to kiss me? His hand reached up, curling around my shirt. He gave it a gentle tug, but I stubbornly clung to the fabric, refusing to let go. A frown creased his forehead, and he tugged harder, testing my resolve. Terror seized me as his gaze transformed, locking me in its chilling intensity. The shirt slipped from my trembling fingers, forgotten in an instant. Stepping back, he scrutinized me with an unwavering stare. I felt exposed, nearly stripped to nothingness except for my black bra and panties. Desperately, I crossed my arms over my chest, a feeble attempt to shield myself from his piercing gaze.

Applying to where our pelvis is lined up, trapping our hip and fourth in erotic motion. Moonlight was still wearing my button shirt, and her panty, and I was still wearing my pants. The erotic teasing we do to each other becomes intense. I lowered myself so I could take out the shirt Moonlight was wearing, unbuttoning the buttons one by one, then I returned the shirt to where it looked attached. After the last button was done, and the shirt was closed, I took my tongue and opened it. Kissing and licking along the way teased until the shirt lay full open exposing a beautiful pair of vibrant, white breasts.