To Sin. To Moan. To Feel.
My poor little heart was beating faster than ever, and I feel as if I might just flatline this instant from the excitement of hearing his last words.
I turn my head slightly sideways to look at him, and the raw, raving lust which is plastered across his face only urged me to strip my clothes off this instant and present myself to him without any reservations.
Suddenly, He begins slipping a hand up my backside, lifting my gown higher and higher until the icy room air is tickling my fully exposed cheeks, not stopping until my entire gown was up at my waist, revealing the entirety of my bare lower body.
Thankfully, I had my panties on.
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