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Fuck she’s beautiful, enchanting, as she moves with me and soon I feel the build up. “Fuck! You’re so hot I can’t hold out.” I groan and reach between us to stroke her clit. Her shirt! Her ugly fucking shirt is in the way! I want to suck on her large tits. I paus my thrusts and change my position so I can remove her shirt and bra. I need to buy her nicer clothes, and sexier underwear. Then I remove my own shirt by ripping the buttons clean off. I don’t care. I can buy a new one or a maid can mend this one.

Erik stared at Shana deeply, seeing Shana's satisfaction as a result of his tongue's recent act. Erik began to take off the shirt he was wearing, ranging from a plain white shirt, and jeans to his boxer which had started to tighten due to his dick that was already struggling to be released. After the last fort was released, the beautiful object that Shana had been aiming for appeared. Erik's beautiful big dick was already fully standing waiting to enter the slit of Shana's pussy.

I licked her smooth sex and slipped my fingers up in her, working her clit and her swelling G-spot until she was ready to come. Then I was up and ready to fuck. She got my pants open, shoving them over my hips. They dropped to my ankles. I entered my secretary easily, in one even thrust. Tess’s ardor ruined yet another J. Crew dress shirt—I’m still finding buttons weeks later. When I was in her deep, buried to the hilt, I kissed her hard, our tongues entangling as I gave her blouse the same treatment she’d given my shirt. Private practice can be murder on a married couple’s bank account— because of all the ripped-off clothes.

“I can prove it. That shirt you’re wearing, at the back there’s a white spot. It’s because when you left it at my house, I was using a whitening detergent for my clothes and it splashed on your shirt which caused the discoloration.” The man frowned but he took off his blazer. When he started pulling the shirt over his body, Miles quickly caught his arm. “Dude, what are you doing? Are you trying to get in trouble or something? People are watching.” Eros shrugged his shoulders without care and proceeded on taking off his shirt. “I have nothing to be embarrassed about.”

It doesn't matter to him. "Can we grab a table already? We're starving," I mention, unable to let go of Eros. He looks way too good in this shirt. "Sure, we're just waiting for our drinks," he responds, smiling up at me with already half-lidded eyes. He's horny, but we'll have to wait. I move back and button up his shirt. Two buttons up, "Stop it, that's the vibe." "I don't want the whole world looking at your nipples," I complain, "Those are for me only. Keep them hidden and I'll torture them later."

Then, without warning, he began unbuttoning his shirt. Evanora nearly choked on her drink. "What the hell are you doing?" "Testing your theory," he said, his voice dangerously smooth. His shirt slid off, revealing his chiseled torso. Her eyes widened as he stepped closer, his movements slow and deliberate. "Stop it, Eros!" she yelled, backing away. "Why so shy, mi amore? You've seen all of this before," he teased, his smirk widening as he reached for his belt. "You're insane!" she shrieked, scrambling to her feet, but he was faster.

I still can't believe all the charges against Elon, but then again, there's proof—a lot of proof—and the fool refused to accept a plea deal, so they really hit him hard. When I get back, I get showered and put on lingerie. I stand looking at the dresses, smiling when I see the shorter ones. I typically wear them when we're alone. "I vote for a short dress," Eros says, and I smile. "Easier access for when I get bored later and pull you into a side room quickly," he speaks and squeezes my ass. Turning, I smile at him. "Long dress, it's business," I say and kiss his cheek. He pouts slightly. "You're a perv," I joke, and he nods.

This time, he doesn’t stop at teasing around the hem of my shirt, he dares to glide up, inching slowly toward the spot where I ache the sweetest. My fingers tighten around my fork while I struggle to find my footing in this erotic game I’ve been plunged into. I’m fighting a moan, fighting to hide the color fast spreading on my face from our visitor. His grip on my thigh tightens and like that, he yanks. I slide forward in my seat, my bare ass sitting at the edge. My shirt? Completely ridden up to my waist. Thankfully, it’s too high for her to notice. This is madness. Do I like it? I hate to admit it, but I do. What he doesn’t know is that two can play at this game.

I said, flicking my eyes up at him as my hand went to the buttons of the shirt I was wearing. He raised a brow, a mischievous grin appearing on his face. "Allow me," he said, gently slapping my hands away from the buttons. I gasped when I heard the sound of the fabric tearing into shreds. Damn, I kind of love that. It was about to get freaky. Too bad I kind of love that shirt. I closed my eyes, bracing myself for whatever was to come as he feasted on me. My nipples were harder, practically begging for his attention as the cold wind hit my exposed, naked body.

That was the last straw for Eric because he strode at me, kissing me again with so much heat I was surprised our clothes didn’t just melt off our skin. I kissed him back, opening my mouth for him and wrapping my arms around his neck. I felt his hands over my ass, and he squeezed once before lifting me on the table, lips glued to mine the entire time. He rose long enough to tear at my uniform shirt, a crazed glint in his eye that filled me with lust. When my shirt was out of the way, he snapped my bra into two, moving the pieces off my chest before lowering his mouth to my bare boobs.