Forbidden Touch
The brush clattered to the floor.
Her breath hitched just before I kissed her.
God, she tasted like red wine and rebellion. Her lips opened for me, tongue hungry, fingers clawing into my shoulders as I pressed her against the wall. The robe slipped off her shoulder, baring one perfect breast, then the other. I let it fall completely and drank her in.
Naked. Bare. Glorious.
Her skin flushed under my touch. I dropped my mouth to her collarbone, biting gently as she gasped. My hands roamed—hips, thighs, ass—and when I cupped her pussy, I felt how soaked she already was.
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