90-DAYS WET
She watched as Joan pulled her tunic over her head, then her slip, then her undergarments, letting them fall in a heap on the floor.
Joan stood completely naked, her body pale and soft in the dying candlelight.
Claire’s breath hitched. She watched the way Joan’s breasts rose and fell as she took a deep breath, the way her hips swayed as she walked to her own bed. It was a sight that usually made Claire pray for forgiveness.
Now, it just made her wet again, a fresh wave of heat slicking her between her legs. She let out a small, breathy moan that escaped her lips.
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